"My generosity?" asked Alpha. "No, I've had that since--"

There's a flood of different, pithy and genuine, answers crowding into the space behind his eyes and he's silent for a long minute, his teeth gritted to keep any of them from escaping. Maybe the alcohol was a bad idea, considering his current troubles.

"--Before," he finished finally. "Since before. Did they fix your eyes when they brought you over?" he asked, to turn the attention away from his momentary lapse in concentration.