"I lost my temper because despite your claims that you want to be nice to me you are still making jabs about my eyebrows!"

Arthur crossed his own arms in a mirroring gesture, but unlike Alfred he had no issue in looking at the other boy's face. The tips of his ears were burning but that didn't mean he was going to let Alfred feel like he had the upper hand, here.

Then, he just stares for a moment, and let out a derisive snort.

"Date? Are you dense? Sure, Jones, you've been nicer to me lately and the fact you didn't send me all the Bertie Botts Beans that you don't like as a birthday gift was just lovely, but what on Earth makes you think I'd want to spend any time with you like.. like that?"