Jonathan watches Alfred in gentle admiration. He was certainly curious about his exact role in the castle. He seemed too used to labor to be a noble, but he didn't strike him as a servant. Either way, he couldn't help but admire this young man's work.

"That would be lovely. You don't have to get me much; just some simple bread and cheese would be more than enough for right now,"

He lingers a tiny bit too long watching Alfred before setting off for his bath. The bath itself was, frankly, extremely nice. It was a much nicer bathtub than anything he's ever used before, and the warm water immediately washed away his aches and chills from the night he just had. If this was how nobles lived, Jonathan absolutely envied them to be treated to such nice baths like this.

It was hard for him to get out but the prospect of food and chatting with the nice man that took him in eventually won him over as he eventually gets out. He felt sleepy but overall refreshed, with a flushed tint on his cheeks. Jonathan quickly slips on his robe before setting out to the bedroom again, looking for Alfred.

"Thank you so much for allowing me to use the bath, Mr. Schreiber. I don't think I've ever had a bath quite like that,"