Alfred's Pov
I walked into the conference room to see what was keeping Arthur. We were supposed to have a guys' night tonight. Then at the planned meeting time he didn't show. When I walked in I found out that Francis was harassing him with marriage again.
"Francis, leave him alone," I said heroically.
"Oh, Alfred! We were just messing around," he said.
"Arthur looks more tramautized by this game than like he's having fun," I replied.
"Oh he's just messing around with you," he said.
"Yeah, well we gotta go," I said and grabbed Arthur's arm and we left for the bar.
He was quiet for most of the walk until he turned to me.
"Francis said something and I want your honest opinion," he said.
"Of course," I replied.
"Are my eyebrows bushy?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"Oh, go-"
"They're like two fluffy caterpillars sitting on your forehead," I smiled at him.
He stared at me in horror. Then SLAP! I had a huge red mark in the shape of his hand on my cheek. "I HATE YOU!"
(I know short, but I will work on it.)