Deeply touched, Alfred grins one of his lopsided grins at the older vampire - He takes both of Georg's hands and pulls them towards him, resting them flat against his chest. Echoes of when they had met, of when he had been terrified, his heart beating like a rabbit's under Georg's touch. Now there is no heartbeat, no shiver...and, as the boy lets his guard down, opens his mind a little, lets him in, there is no fear, either.

There's only love.

A slender hand reaches up to wipe a tear away.

"I'm glad. Because I really don't think you are one. And I...I haven't, for a long time." A moment of hesitation. Perhaps it's...time to come clean.

"Not...not since...I saw you in the graveyard. Before the ball."