"The professor did seem as though he required a lot of... time." He barely manages not to sneer as he says so; he hated the way the professor had treated Alfred. The way he'd order him about, making him him do everything, and how he never seemed to have any respect for the poor boy.

But the professor is off to write his Nobel Prize winning book, and Alfred is here, safe, with them. Finally appreciated for the fine young man he is.

"Have you always enjoyed sewing?"