Alfred catches the small smile and returns it, his own is a bit lopsided but always genuine. "Let me guess, you don't get along with your old man?" He asks and then nods. "Same here. I cared about my father sure but I'd be lying if there weren't times I didn't think about punching his lights out."

He lifts a brow at Loki, "Your people's? What do you mean by that?"