[Ducky]

Alfred raised an eyebrow and he gestured to the thick foliage surrounding them and the few rays if light few and far between filtering down to the forest floor, “I never said it was pixies we had to be careful of. And if this is your definition of ‘broad daylight’, I’d love to see your definition of ‘late night’.” He stepped over a root, constantly mindful to try not to step on anything obviously beneath his feet and grateful that unlike the other his feet were protected by the boots on his feet.  “And how would you feel if a noisy, disrespectful and ungrateful man stumbled around in your home? Pissed enough to attack in ‘broad daylight I reckon.” Alfred answered with a smile tugging up his lips.

 

The blond did however, giggle a touch at the way Gilbert seemed to be getting a little riled up at Alfred’s comments in the watch.  “How can I not be when not a one noticed me coming and going as I please? Perhaps I have another way into the city other than bribing or taking advantage of your comrades. I doubt that you will ever know.” Because Alfred doubted he would ever see the other again, not when if they met in the city there was a chance that if could lead to he albino arresting Alfred for the variety of crime. “And what would you do if I did spread rumours? You’d have to prove it was me, and then you’d have to find me. And I honestly couldn’t tell you which of those two tasks would be more difficult.” Who needed to hear the confidence in the blond’s voice and see it on his face when it was pictured perfectly in his shoulders and his walk?

[Ducky]

The blond man was indeed taking no small amount of humour from his companions plight but he did a formidable job at keeping the exact degree of his face with only a faint smile or giggle when the dirt and mud and vegetation were clearly beginning to irritate the poor city dweller. “Don’t talk so loudly.” Alfred chastised in the place of a proper answer, instead giving casting a suspicious glance at a bush as it seemed to move faintly then halt. “You don’t want to upset the locals, Watchman. And if we can catch up to your man without him noticing, it will be much easier for the both of us.”

 

Alfred paused briefly before continuing in the same quiet voice he’d used to try and tell Gilbert, in the nicest way possible, to talk less, unused to the chatter that came with travelling with another “Well, I did and I have.” He answered seriously before trailing off into a faint smirk and a tone of voice one would use when telling a funny tale “So I suppose you Watchmen should keep a closer watch, hm? See who has a little more coin in his pockets than they should? Or who had a little too much drink before their shift?” Alfred shrugged and rotated his shoulders “Now, if we could go back to the silence I’d appreciate it. I need to listen to the forest.”