[Alfred is oblivious to why he's grinning - he's already a touch flustered, though, and Phil has a nice smile, he thinks. He giggles a little under the ruffling of his hair, almost leaning catlike into the touch.]

...I...I haven't had a lot of kindness aimed in my direction. So I try to give it to others, where I can, because...well, as you just said. I like giving others something genuine. I'm...I'm glad, to hear that you like - ah - like who I am.

[It takes him a second to process the comment - and the he blinks, chuckling sheepishly.]

I'm - you're right, I'm sorry, I've been a little rude. Actually can I - if you have a little time, can I get you anything?

[He pauses a little, glancing to his kitchen and back.]

I...still have a bottle of Scotch that my double didn't drink.