"Alliance. Friendship. Broship. Whatever you want." He waves a hand airily, not particularly invested in the official term. If it came to it, he'd push for Albert to win, but he's well aware that his age makes people strangely compelled to protect him. He's just not used to it, given his upbringing, so he doesn't see the point in yielding to it.

"You got it. I'll be watching that broad, manly span of German pride for all the missiles. It's kind of a big target. Gotta be careful of that." He polishes that off with a confident nod, not addressing the fact that he just went into some strange detail there. Sometimes he likes to fling himself down a side road.