Alfred was entirely oblivious to the other man's inner monologue — why would he have bothered to pay close attention to the facial expression of a random healer he had no particular connection to, after all? — and took the turn into the indicated room without suspicion. By the time that he'd registered that it couldn't possibly be the right place, the door had already shut and locked behind them. His guide had followed him in, and had drawn his wand — a gesture which could not be anything other than threatening, given the circumstances — but it wasn't until he introduced himself that Alfred had even the faintest idea of what he had inadvertently walked in to.
Oh. Even if he hadn't recognized the name from what Zelda had told him during their last conversation, the situation that he'd found himself in would have been enough of an indicator that this was the brother she'd told. That being said, though, he still didn't know exactly what she'd told him, which put him at a significant disadvantage in this confrontation. He didn't want to go getting Zelda — or himself — into any more trouble by starting to apologize for something that Ari Fisk didn't know about yet, and if he wasn't going to apologize, there wasn't really anything to say. Not that he had any good apologies to offer, anyway — I'm sorry, I was drunk and she started it was hardly going to win him any points.
He shifted his weight uncomfortably, obviously tense. It occurred to him belatedly that he could fish his own wand out of his pocket — it wasn't as much of an instinct to reach for it as it had once been, before he'd spent years living without a wand in South America — but he wasn't sure that would help the situation any. It wasn't as though he had any plans to use his wand, and he wasn't at all confident in his ability to defend himself in time if the other man did. It might do more harm than good, then, to add more tension to a situation that already felt rather electric.
"Well," he said after a moment. "I'd say I'm glad to meet you, but under the circumstances..." He let the sentence drift off. He had no idea who this man was, really, or how he handled conflict, and he had no notion whatsoever of what he planned to do next — best not to keep talking and end up giving him any ideas.

MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
Oh. Even if he hadn't recognized the name from what Zelda had told him during their last conversation, the situation that he'd found himself in would have been enough of an indicator that this was the brother she'd told. That being said, though, he still didn't know exactly what she'd told him, which put him at a significant disadvantage in this confrontation. He didn't want to go getting Zelda — or himself — into any more trouble by starting to apologize for something that Ari Fisk didn't know about yet, and if he wasn't going to apologize, there wasn't really anything to say. Not that he had any good apologies to offer, anyway — I'm sorry, I was drunk and she started it was hardly going to win him any points.
He shifted his weight uncomfortably, obviously tense. It occurred to him belatedly that he could fish his own wand out of his pocket — it wasn't as much of an instinct to reach for it as it had once been, before he'd spent years living without a wand in South America — but he wasn't sure that would help the situation any. It wasn't as though he had any plans to use his wand, and he wasn't at all confident in his ability to defend himself in time if the other man did. It might do more harm than good, then, to add more tension to a situation that already felt rather electric.
"Well," he said after a moment. "I'd say I'm glad to meet you, but under the circumstances..." He let the sentence drift off. He had no idea who this man was, really, or how he handled conflict, and he had no notion whatsoever of what he planned to do next — best not to keep talking and end up giving him any ideas.

MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER