There is always this sense, with Georg, of being led down a path. If Herbert is Alfred's Prince, then the older vampire is more like the Big Bad Wolf, patiently waiting to lead the young man in red down a deep, dark path, at the end of which waits darkness, fangs, a soft growl and the inability to return.

It should be scary. It used to be scary. But now, all it really does is makes him hold tighter, slowly but surely pressing more and more into the kiss, the touch.

'Lead me.'