Guilt twists in Alfred's stomach - he doesn't answer that, because...well, he absolutely did exactly what Herbert just said he didn't want to hear.

"I was - I mean, I tried to be very careful, but...it...oh."

He shudders a little bit at the image of what Herbert mentioned, taking the spoon of blood obediently, eyes flicking periodically to watch his lover. Oh, how he wishes he could wipe those tears...but he can't, not with his hands tied.

"I - I should have told you. I know I should have. I was just...I knew you wouldn't like it, and your Father-"

A flash of memory hits him at once, and his eyes widen. "I - did I - did I attack your Father?"