A faint smile appears at the corners of Alfred's mouth and he tilts his head, "It's just a figure of speech, mate."

He reaches out and tilts Loki's chin up a bit so he can study the other man's pupils, his hand is well worn and calloused from years of work but his touch is gentle.

"You could have a concussion but it's hard to be sure in this light, either way we've got to get a move on. There's fires all over the place and it's not safe so c'mon, sling an arm around me and I'll give you a hand."