Even if Alfred could tell there's a bit of fishing happening here, he would still hurry to comfort his lover - the brush is set down, strong arms wrapping around Herbert from behind, cheek pressed against his back.

"Of course I did, Engel. It - it reminded me of the Sirens, from the Ancient Greek stories. I was mesmerized. It...it stirred something in me, when I heard it. When I heard you."