The temptation to point out that Alfred had been picking on him for no reason for the past five years was almost too much to resist, but then the other was abruptly distracted by sweets and Arthur found himself simply rolling his eyes and performing an abrupt turn to follow him to where he'd run off to.

"Bloody hell, Alfred.. they're just sweets, what are you getting so excited about?"

Not that Arthur doesn't like sweets. Because he does.