[Ah, yes, there's that familiar sense of frustration rising in his throat.]

I wasn't talking about Bruce, Jason. I was talking about Alfred. I was talking about -

[No, this is just going to piss Jason off. As much as he wants to call Jason on his bullshit, Tim knows it's better not push it. He sighs loudly, mouth set in a tight frown, and turns to the computer screen, watching the program run.]

Forget it. You asked how Alfred is - he's fine.