Nice Body

"Oh, come on Iggy! You have to admit, that movie was freaking awesome!" Alfred beamed.

"It was alright. I don't see anything special about it." Replied Arthur, walking across the sidewalk back home. "I would've much rather liked to spend my day more productively."

Alfred snorted. "Oh, yeah, totally. What else would you have done if I didn't drag you here?" The self-proclaimed 'hero' started. "Sit at home and read and drink your tea. That's it, right?"

Arthur scoffed. "Just so you know, that's a hell of a lot more productive than watching movies about 'superheroes'. Especially American ones."

The American pouted, feeling offended. "Dude, that's cruel."

Arthur stared in front of him, still walking. "I'm a cruel person." And that was all he said.

The rest of their walk went in silence as Alfred couldn't think of anything to start up a new conversation.

They reached the house a few minutes later, and Arthur immediately took a seat on the couch, crossing his arms. Alfred sat next to him, giving a blank look ahead of him. "Well this is lame."

Arthur said nothing, just started contently out the window to the side.

A couple moments of silence came, and before Arthur could stop himself, he spoke –

"I'll have to admit, though, the actor for Captain America had a very nice body."

Alfred gaped.

"What?"

Curse me and my ability to be so oblivious…Thought Arthur as he blushed madly.