"Sure. We took care of ourselves then and I'm taking care of myself now." Finishing up with both feet, he puts the wipes away and takes out a little tin, popping it open. It's filled with breath mints. "Want one?" he asks. It sounds light and offhanded, but he does have an ulterior motive - he's interested in Royce's reaction. Is he the type to steadfastly refuse anything that's offered to him, no matter how small and inconsequential? Alfie has a feeling that he is.