[Yes, clearly Alfred is delirious. Really he's not, just rather feverish. Perhaps both came hand in hand? Maybe. At the very least, he's not in the mood to argue with Ivan over laying any certain way on the bed, and moves under the covers voluntarily. He does give a grumble of complaint as he's moved around though. His body's achy, okay? He's stressed and sick and this sucks!]

Oh? So I guess that's better. That I called you I mean...AHH! SHIT that's cold!

[The American squirms away from Ivan, shivering hard.]

I...well, see...I took some cough medicine hours ago.

[SEE? HE'S NOT COUGHING AT LEAST.]