Alfred didn't think it was a stupid question at all, but metaphorically kicked himself for the way that he had asked in the first place. There must have been a better way to phrase it, but he wasn't sure what it was and was struggling to come up with it now. "Er, no, I mean—" he stumbled awkwardly. "I mean a— uhm, like a real kiss."

Was that making his meaning any clearer? Probably not. Looking down at his shoes, Alfred rambled on, "Instead of just — something quick and — well, I don't know. I don't know if that would even work for this thing," he said, glancing up at the mistletoe once again with a look of exasperation. "But I didn't want to just kiss you — you know, like really kiss you — if that's not what you wanted."

As if she wanted this! Realizing what he'd said only after it was out of his mouth, Alfred quickly added, "I mean, not what you wanted, obviously I know you don't want to — oh, you know."