Alfred almost whines himself as she pulls away - but he stifles it well enough by turning his attention instead to the (adorable, wow) prostration in apology. He still doesn't look angry, face flushed, panting a little...and as his wits gather slowly about him, he twitches a little smile, brows knitting together in confusion.

"No, Seras - Seras, meine liebe, it's - it's okay, d-don't-"

The voice that tumbles from his lips is hoarse, low. It catches him a little off-guard, and he pauses, watching her posture. The way she has her back arched, with her rear in the air like that, he can't help but imagine -

Oh, scheize, he needs to pull himself together, this is his GIRLFRIEND, she heard him having THAT DREAM about HER, and instead of being mortified, she was -

His tongue darts briefly over his lips to wet them.

"I...I'm...a little...embarrassed...that you heard me l-like...like that, but...but I...ah...."

His wings twitch and shudder. He's leaning slowly closer, whether he realizes it or not. Instinct is pulling him in, but he won't dare go any further without being told explicitly that it's okay. He loves her. If she isn't ready, he will excuse himself, and that is that.

But....

"Now that I'm...awake...if you want to, I- ah-"

The glow in his eyes pulses again, and he shudders, his voice tumbling out in a tone Distinctly Different from how he normally speaks.

"...We don't have to stop...if you don't want to."