While the whole concept is alarming - it should be alarming, shouldn't it? - Alfred finds himself...calmer, now. There's a moment where he wonders if he's being mesmerized again, especially at the touch, looking up at the Count curiously; but no, he feels like himself. Just...at peace.
It feels right, this, doesn't it? His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn't cringe away, meeting Georg's eyes dead-on.
"...Thank you," he murmurs, voice quiet, fangs still new enough to make him lisp a little. "I...I told Herbert, the first night. I want to stay here. I...I'm...thankful, after everything, that you let me."
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Date: 2021-12-13 06:24 am (UTC)It feels right, this, doesn't it? His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn't cringe away, meeting Georg's eyes dead-on.
"...Thank you," he murmurs, voice quiet, fangs still new enough to make him lisp a little. "I...I told Herbert, the first night. I want to stay here. I...I'm...thankful, after everything, that you let me."