Attention to the scar always makes Alfred seize up - it's tied up in a lot of feelings, and this is adding to the pile.

He doesn't resist, trying to remain still as he's stripped, moved around. Laying there in only his highly-tented briefs now, the flush is spread from cheeks to chest, thigh trembling under Georg's touch.

He doesn't reply, doesn't know what to say - only stares up at Georg, wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.