"Mmhmm," he confirms softly - but he feels...something, there, in Herbert's voice, in his heart. A stirring, another ghost of something far from his time.

But his lover presses on quickly, and so he dismisses the matter for now, softly groaning at the attention to his inner thigh. Best to let the thoughts travel a bit more, yes. Keeping calm.

That dream. Right.

That dream really should have been more of a marker to him that something was calling him to this place, drawing him in. It had been horrifying at the time, but...was it really so terrible? He can recall it, if he tries, clear as day....