The moment his wrists are untied, Alfred groans with relief, rubbing at them as he watches Herbert speak. Obediently, he takes the bowl and spoon - he's still hungry, after all, even now that he's calmed.
"Of course, Engel," he agrees, setting immediately to sipping at the blood - politely. Eating too fast in his state seems like a bad idea.
Something is still bothering him, but he can't put his finger on it - and honestly, he just wants to lift the mood, now. As soon as he finishes with the bowl, he sets it aside, focusing up and retracting his fangs (with some difficulty) to prove he's got his control back.
Maybe proving it to himself as much as to anyone else.
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The moment his wrists are untied, Alfred groans with relief, rubbing at them as he watches Herbert speak. Obediently, he takes the bowl and spoon - he's still hungry, after all, even now that he's calmed.
"Of course, Engel," he agrees, setting immediately to sipping at the blood - politely. Eating too fast in his state seems like a bad idea.
Something is still bothering him, but he can't put his finger on it - and honestly, he just wants to lift the mood, now. As soon as he finishes with the bowl, he sets it aside, focusing up and retracting his fangs (with some difficulty) to prove he's got his control back.
Maybe proving it to himself as much as to anyone else.