As Herbert explains, it starts to come back to Alfred, in bits and flashes - and terror and guilt take turns dominating his expression. The last thing he can clearly recall is getting up, heading to his room, and then...pain, and falling.

After that, it's all a blur.

The scent of blood being poured makes him acutely aware of his fangs being out - instinct makes him yank at the restraints, a reflex, a flicker of what had been, but he keeps himself this time. He cringes at the feeling, whimpering a little.

He also withers a little under Herbert's glance.

"...I... haven't," he admits. "A-at least, not...enough. I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to...to go this far."