When Georg pulls away, Alfred just watches him, gentle and patient - he feels that moment of anxiety lance through the other man, that want to recede. It had been a risky thing for him to do.

...But then he offers them again, and the boy's heart leaps a little, eyes misting at the whisper. A tiny thing, it would appear to someone else.

But for Georg? For Georg he knows what kind of trust this requires. How hard it must be.

Smiling softly, he lifts both hands up, placing little kisses at the knuckles.

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers, trying not to sniffle.