"Was fascinating." Herbert moves back up the bed to stretch out next to Alfred, stroking his fingers lazily back and forth over his stomach. Seeing how Alfred imagined his father. Shirtless, in leather pants. Moving so sinuously, like a panther on the prowl. And how Alfred imagined himself! Those black lace stockings were delightful. Herbert thinks he might have a pair, if Alfred ever wants to borrow them.

"Once I saw the direction things were going, what you seemed to want in the dream, I simply... helped things along. Tried to help you realize a few things about yourself."