"And what is that?" he asks, gesturing at the burn with the spoon. "Please don't tell me you were playing with sunlight. Oh, Alfred, you must be so careful with things like that. You could really do some damage to yourself. Imagine how I would feel if I came to your room only to find a pile of -- of dust."

He wipes at his eyes, staining the lace of his sleeve with blood without noticing or caring. "Here, have some more of this," he sighs, offering Alfred another spoonful.