"Good boy," Herbert coos and kisses Alfred's cheek. "We'll have you back to normal in no time. Now you don't move a muscle. I'll bring everything over here to you."

And he does, moving over to the vanity where he's started keeping some of his things. A bottle of perfume, a brush, a small ornate box filled with ribbons and hairpins. He brings the brush and the box over to the bed, sitting crosslegged in front of Alfred.

"Do with me as you please."