He wasn’t going to scold the American for doing the pouting trick, since he knows that he had probably done it when he was young. Hell, even his brother probably did it when he was a baby. “Only a tad juvenile, but it does.” He had forgotten how huge the American was, nearly being engulfed by him.
The
reverse was happening for the American. Was the other blonde always this tiny?
“A tad juvenile is less than what others say about me so I’ll take it.” He
gives one last squeeze and then lets go. “You eat enough don’t you? You’re
feeling a little…light.” And if that wasn’t the most blunt thing he’s said in
awhile Alfred didn’t know what else could top it.