It's been a pleasant night for Alfred - Herbert has gone out to hunt, and the younger vampire has decided to see to some of the laundry in the meantime. Koukol deserves a break now and again, after all, and it has never quite been comfortable for Alfred to be waited upon.

Neatly folded in his arms are a number of Georg's shirts and pants, mended and cleaned - he's pretty sure that Koukol had said the Count was outside, and so he doesn't knock on the door to his room before throwing it open, humming a bit to himself -

And then stopping short.

Oh.

The...Count is not outside.

"O-oh-!"