Wrapping his thin arms across his torso, fingers sinking into the flesh above his hips, William’s eyes darted away, then back several times. He looked as if he wished to speak, but the words stilled in his throat.

Tapping the tip of his forefinger upon the arm of his chair, von Krolock arched a brow coolly.

Shuffling his feet, apparently choosing to ignore his current nudity, William took a faltering step closer, then sank down onto his knees in front of the Graf, bowing his head passively.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” he mumbled towards von Krolock’s boots. “Should have known better by now.” His eyes flicked up, but von Krolock’s features remained impassive. “Shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Von Krolock continued to gaze at him for a moment, then rose. He was unsurprised to see the youngster flinch slightly, swaying back to sit on his heels. With the point of one nail, he lifted William’s chin, forcing the boy to look up at him. Raising his brows, he tilted his head in unspoken inquiry.

Immediately, William straightened his back, returning to his original posture.

With a subtle nod, von Krolock withdrew his hand.