The call is light and gentle - Alfred had only been tidying up, sweeping his floor of thread cuttings from some recent embroidery and not deeply entrenched in any one task. It only takes a few seconds for him to set the broom aside, opening his door with a little smile. He's expecting Herbert - and so it's with surprise that he finds Georg standing there.
"Ah - Georg, hallo. What can I do for you?" His smile is fond, sweet, slightly crooked in its bemusement. They spend time together now, here and there, but...it's still infrequent that the Count comes to Alfred's room.
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The call is light and gentle - Alfred had only been tidying up, sweeping his floor of thread cuttings from some recent embroidery and not deeply entrenched in any one task. It only takes a few seconds for him to set the broom aside, opening his door with a little smile. He's expecting Herbert - and so it's with surprise that he finds Georg standing there.
"Ah - Georg, hallo. What can I do for you?" His smile is fond, sweet, slightly crooked in its bemusement. They spend time together now, here and there, but...it's still infrequent that the Count comes to Alfred's room.