The conversation is light, pleasant - hiding the fact that inside, Alfred is panicking a little bit. What has he DONE, exactly? He's let a stranger into a home that isn't even his, he risks exposing vampirism to a human, and - oh, what if he has to -
No, no, he would never. He COULD never.
Casting the occasional glance back at Jonathan, he slows his pace subtly, sympathetic to how he must be feeling. It's not exactly a short walk, up to the castle gate. Let alone in this weather.
"The guest room has a bath, if you like, and there is a robe in there - I'll get a fire burning in the hearth while you get out of your wet things." After a bit more walking, he approaches a door, pushing it open to reveal a room that can really only be described as Ominous. He cringes a little.
"...The...owners of the house are a bit...ah...intense...with their...decoration."
"No, we're engaged to be married, but I have to wait to go home before we can make it official," he smiles wistfully. He had genuinely wanted to get married before, but he had hoped that the money from this would help give Mina a nice honeymoon. She deserved it.
He perks up noticably at the mention of a bath. Gosh, after being trapped out in the cold weather all night, a bath sounded wonderful right about now.
Oh, thank you! I fear that water had gotten into my suitcase, so the robe would be lovely, as well as a warm bath,"
He steps into the room, and there is a vague feeling of uncertainty that comes over him. The ominous nature of the place is not lost in him, but he quickly shrugs it off as he places his suitcase on a nearby chair. It was still shelter with a gracious host, and it felt rude to complain about the aesthetics.
"I'm sure I can make myself home here. Your hospitality is more than enough," He smiles genuinely at Alfred, before faltering a little at getting some hunger pangs "I think I'll draw myself a bath now, but I was curious if we could perhaps share a meal, if it's not too late,"
He frowns a little looking outside. The storm was intense outside so it was hard to gauge the time of day, but he was almost positive it was well past dinnertime. Maybe it was rude to ask for food so late, but he hadn't eaten since lunch and the idea of waiting until morning to eat felt dreadful.
The boy's expression warms a little at this - but it's bittersweet. He's a romantic, of course, and it's wonderful, to see a man so in love. But...well...his own situation is complicated, and he's still figuring out what to make of it. Still healing from what happened with Sarah.
But now isn't the time to dwell. He bustles over to the hearth, dropping to his knees to get right to building up a fire in the hearth for light and warmth. He's certainly no pampered noble, from the practiced, work-worn way he handles the firewood, getting soot from the previous fire all over his hands.
At the question, he blinks, looking up to the other man with concern. Oh, of course he's hungry. So is Alfred, but...ah. Hm.
"I have - already eaten, but I would be happy to make you something," he finally offers, tone making it clear it's no imposition. "I'll join you at the table for some - some wine, though. We don't get many visitors up here, and...conversation sounds nice."
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,"
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The conversation is light, pleasant - hiding the fact that inside, Alfred is panicking a little bit. What has he DONE, exactly? He's let a stranger into a home that isn't even his, he risks exposing vampirism to a human, and - oh, what if he has to -
No, no, he would never. He COULD never.
Casting the occasional glance back at Jonathan, he slows his pace subtly, sympathetic to how he must be feeling. It's not exactly a short walk, up to the castle gate. Let alone in this weather.
"The guest room has a bath, if you like, and there is a robe in there - I'll get a fire burning in the hearth while you get out of your wet things." After a bit more walking, he approaches a door, pushing it open to reveal a room that can really only be described as Ominous. He cringes a little.
"...The...owners of the house are a bit...ah...intense...with their...decoration."
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He perks up noticably at the mention of a bath. Gosh, after being trapped out in the cold weather all night, a bath sounded wonderful right about now.
Oh, thank you! I fear that water had gotten into my suitcase, so the robe would be lovely, as well as a warm bath,"
He steps into the room, and there is a vague feeling of uncertainty that comes over him. The ominous nature of the place is not lost in him, but he quickly shrugs it off as he places his suitcase on a nearby chair. It was still shelter with a gracious host, and it felt rude to complain about the aesthetics.
"I'm sure I can make myself home here. Your hospitality is more than enough," He smiles genuinely at Alfred, before faltering a little at getting some hunger pangs "I think I'll draw myself a bath now, but I was curious if we could perhaps share a meal, if it's not too late,"
He frowns a little looking outside. The storm was intense outside so it was hard to gauge the time of day, but he was almost positive it was well past dinnertime. Maybe it was rude to ask for food so late, but he hadn't eaten since lunch and the idea of waiting until morning to eat felt dreadful.
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But now isn't the time to dwell. He bustles over to the hearth, dropping to his knees to get right to building up a fire in the hearth for light and warmth. He's certainly no pampered noble, from the practiced, work-worn way he handles the firewood, getting soot from the previous fire all over his hands.
At the question, he blinks, looking up to the other man with concern. Oh, of course he's hungry. So is Alfred, but...ah. Hm.
"I have - already eaten, but I would be happy to make you something," he finally offers, tone making it clear it's no imposition. "I'll join you at the table for some - some wine, though. We don't get many visitors up here, and...conversation sounds nice."
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"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,"