There is a little hiss from the younger vampire at those words, reflexive - he's not quite consciously sure of what he wants, but the idea of NOT being made love to after all this is hard to swallow.

But then he's laid bare, and Georg is on top of him, wearing just his trousers, and Alfred can feel his arousal -

That damn dream haunts him, and he groans breathlessly, unable to stop himself from writhing for just a moment under the other man's weight.

He opens his mouth, jaw working, but he's stuck for words again.