"I - mhhhnhhh - I'm glad you - you did," Alfred pants, trying to be coherent and beginning to fail at it. "Means a lot th-that you would...go...to the troubleeeAAAH-"

His words come to a halt as he tries a different movement, letting the three slender fingers hit him a little deeper. Instinctively, he starts to move a little more, the bucking of his hips trying to find a bit of a rhythm.

This is so new to him - but he likes it. He finds himself wanting more of it.