Alexander did catch that she seemed to be moving so deliberately that it almost became awkward, but that was easily put down to the uncomfortable topic of conversation she had agreed to rather than an attempt to suppress anything else.
He placed the drinks onto the table, and rested his hands on the back of his chair as went about choosing a seat. "Huh. I hate to tell you this, but that was not an attempt to charm," he admitted, with a soft chuckle. Imagine what he could get her to agree to if he actually had an agenda to push and turned on the flirt properly. Oh, dangerous road to go down. Philip was a safer topic. "I didn't, but I can't deny that he's the most precious thing in the universe," he gushed a little, before pulling out the chair to take his own seat, with quick flick of the coat tails so he wouldn't sit on them.
Alexander gave her an incredulous look as she started to speak, giving him an explanation of a curious condition he had never heard of before. It was very strange, he'd certainly never heard of a head injury causing better memory, always the opposite in fact.
"Okay... not gonna lie, that sounds like a living hell," he admitted. He could scarcely imagine reliving some of the worst times of his life in excruciating detail. The bits he did remember were awful enough. "Do you wanna talk about the head injury, or... is that for another time?"