He debates for a moment, then reaches up to start undoing the ropes around Alfred's wrists. "Oh -- forget what father says. I trust you. You're not going to hurt me, now.

I'd love for you to brush my hair. I must look a little wild right now, I know. But first promise me to finish this bowl, all right?" Once Alfred is untied, he hands over the bowl and spoon.

It will feel nice, having Alfred brush his hair. It will help calm them both, help them feel better about tonight. Settle them in to get ready to sleep in a few hours.