She was teasing him, clearly, but Alfred was willing to play along. He shifted his weight again slightly on the couch, bringing one knee up to rest on the sofa cushion so that he was more or less fully facing her now. "Well, their excellent conversation skills, of course," he said with a grin. "As though you've never gone to visit someone just to have a nice chat."

(Hopefully he hadn't entirely misread her character, because that sort of insinuation would have been quite offensive if he had, but ... well, she had agreed to come over to his flat after only having known him a few hours, which didn't do much to convince him he was mistaken. Sure, nothing had happened, but he was convinced that was more his doing than hers. She'd offered, after all, to take her corset off, which was about as bold as one could get).