"They feel different to me, too. Shorter, somehow." He pulls a hand out from under Alfred's shirt to study his rounded off nails with a thoughtful hum. "But if they still feel good to you, I may do this more often." Honestly, he'd do anything that Alfred asked. Even if it meant filing off his nails every night, he would. He could adjust.

He would miss his nails, but he could do it.