"Oh, ah...n-no. I did it, actually. I...am unmarried."
Alfred reddens a little bit - it's still a bit of a sore topic, the perception of his hobbies and interests as feminine. This stranger doesn't really know him, of course, and so that first impression makes him anxious, a noticeable wince in his expression and set in his jaw.
Still, introductions are made, and the conversation moves on.
"The pleasure is mine, Mister Harker," he murmurs with a little bow of the head. "You are...lucky, to have found yourself here. These woods are dangerous enough at night, even without the storm-" He stops short at the reaction Jonathan has to learning where he is. That...is unexpected.
"I - of course, yes. Right this way, you can use one of the guest rooms." Without thinking about it, he starts off down the hallway...in the dark. He gets about ten feet down a pitch-black hall before he Realizes with a little yelp, a nervous lap, a quick fumbling for a candlestick.
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Alfred reddens a little bit - it's still a bit of a sore topic, the perception of his hobbies and interests as feminine. This stranger doesn't really know him, of course, and so that first impression makes him anxious, a noticeable wince in his expression and set in his jaw.
Still, introductions are made, and the conversation moves on.
"The pleasure is mine, Mister Harker," he murmurs with a little bow of the head. "You are...lucky, to have found yourself here. These woods are dangerous enough at night, even without the storm-" He stops short at the reaction Jonathan has to learning where he is. That...is unexpected.
"I - of course, yes. Right this way, you can use one of the guest rooms." Without thinking about it, he starts off down the hallway...in the dark. He gets about ten feet down a pitch-black hall before he Realizes with a little yelp, a nervous lap, a quick fumbling for a candlestick.
"Ah - s-sorry, I - I am used to the low light."