That is...more of an answer than he even expected. He reddens yet again, jaw dropping for a moment as he lifts his head enough to look at Georg, to read his expression.

He's being sincere. Alfred's chest feels warm and a shiver runs down his spine at the same time.

"...You...think I...am beautiful?" He's gotten used to hearing that from Herbert, but - Georg?

His brows knit together in clear confusion.

"...Wait, they both...know?"