I was born in a castle, Alfred, but I can't speak for the priest.

[ he's smiling a bit though, head canting aside, so it's clear he's joking. he snorts about the idea of a get along shirt though, lips twisting up further. ]

Come now, what kind of shirt could contain us both? [ then he waves a hand slighly. ] Don't worry after the furniture, it's my own fault so I should tend to it, right? Take responsibility for my own stupidity. But god, he was being so insufferable about losing our fight in the arena. I beat him in arm wrestling too. [ blandly. ] But then he beat me in wrestling...

[ there's something oddly fond there, but he turns his attention fully to alfred again at the mention of the club, lofting an eyebrow slightly and crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Are you looking for a new vampire companion? Am I boring you, Alfred?

[ he's teasing, but there's still a sense of possessiveness there, of proprietary want just there under his skin. alfred is his friend, after all, and the vampire club is just rife with those with fetishes-- ]