Alfred smiles, warm and gentle, enjoying the touch. On impulse, he leans forward a moment, resting a soft little kiss on the nape of Herbert's neck. "I love you, Engel." Said for no reason...now that he's gotten used to vocalizing it, he does it often - out loud, in psychic messages, in notes. It's become second nature.

Pulling back, he ties off the end of the braid, admiring his handiwork.

"There. I'm - I'm not really sure how I did it, but I think it looks good."