Something like a little purr escapes Alfred, a pleased little rumble in the back of his throat as his back is rubbed. This is nice. His own father really hadn't been much of a hugger...in point of fact, his father had been chilly in demeanor, chiding his boy for wearing his heart on his sleeve as much as he does.

Maybe having the Count as a father figure wouldn't be so bad, after all.

"It's all right," the boy replies, turning his head so his cheek is resting against Georg's chest. No heartbeat. He's getting used to that, thanks to cuddling up to Herbert for the days. "You have...you have more than just me to teach. And Herbert really has been answering every question I've had. But I...I would...like to get to know you a little better, too."