"I took the thorns off," he points out, gesturing to the clean stems. "I didn't want them to sting you."

The nerves are still there, and the touch and the kiss pull him up short, and he blinks rapidly in surprise, lashes fluttering. "Yes -- yes of course I'll come sit with you.

But you like them? Truly?" he asks, moving further into the room and closing the door behind him. Alfred is a tricky one. Sarah, he can spoil easily, with clothing and things for the bath. But Herbert already gives Alfred clothing, and Alfred doesn't seem to... to need anything. Or to know how to want it. And so Georg will simply have to spend more time with him and learn more about him, so he can properly spoil him like he so badly wants to.