There is a subtle tightening of Alfred's hand against the table - but he is trying to remain level. Starting to have to work at it, though.

"I don't -I don't understand why you want this so badly, Herbert. Why do you want me angry? I'm just - just trying to fix these pants, and I have no idea where this is coming from."

A sewing pin near Alfred's hand rolls itself away from him, and he doesn't quite notice.