The question is very unfair and it clearly spikes Alfred’s temper that hasn’t completely abated.

“Do not manipulate me, Ivar,” Alfred has enough of it from Judith. But he didn’t pull away from him and his rebellious heart skips a beat when Ivar squeezes his hand. He can’t think of anything to say so he squeezes his hand back and then drops down heavily beside Ivar, his head going to his shoulder.

It probably won’t be the last of the flack Ivar gets about the situation though.