He kissed her back eagerly, his tongue briefly sliding into her mouth and rubbing against her own.  He was reluctant to break the kiss, but knew it had to be done, as he still had things to say. "I know. We'll make this work. I don't want to lose you again.  And I know you and her have a complex relationship, and now I'm rocking the boat." His eyes, glassy as they were from the high of sex and vitae, seemed distant, lost in thought.<br/><br/>"Maybe I shouldn't have barged in on you two. Maybe you two will need time together, too. I don't know. This is a weird situation. When she gets back, do you think I should apologize or something? I don't want her being angry or anything." Which made sense, Alfred had always been a lover of peace. Of course, with his infusion of Brujah blood, and the emotional turbulence that can come with it, that may quickly become a difficult thing to find.<br/><br/>As the water continues to rain down upon them, and he waited for her answer, he gently placed kisses along her shoulder, and cheek.