"I could hardly let you starve. Tomorrow, I'll hunt for us both, no worries, dear thing." He giggles a little when he sees Alfred finally correct his fangs, and climbs out of the tub. Luckily he has large, fluffy towels nearby, and wraps one around his waist. Then he fetches his equally luxurious looking robe and holds it out for Alfred to take whenever he's ready to come out of the tub.

"You can borrow some nightclothes from me. Though they might be a little big on you."