It's a long moment of consideration before Alfred speaks again - he lets Georg talk it out, lets him say what he's going to say, silently opening his senses to let the older vampire's emotions wash over him. They're dark, so dark...but there's something underneath, glimmers of it slowly showing from the deepest corners.

He's resolved to get to what is underneath, eventually. Like Georg and Herbert have done for him. He's Herbert's sunlight...why not at least offer Georg a candle?

Once the tangles are picked through, Alfred thinks a moment, setting the brush down and taking up a bottle of his own hair oil. The soft, sweet scent of peppermint fills the air as he rubs some onto his hands, then starts working it through Georg's hair to help the tangles slide out more easily.

"You know," he murmurs finally, softly, "All of the birds I have ever seen that come out at night are lovely. Owls, loons, whippoorwills, nightengales. Maybe their feathers aren't as bright, but...I love listening to them. And watching them fly."

Another beat.

"...Just like you."