Fortunately for Herbert, Alfred is, for the moment, clueless that he is being looked at - so there isn't as much hesitation as there might otherwise be when it comes to pulling his shirt completely off. Perhaps a little surprising given his demeanor...but years of toil, of carrying books and hoisting a grown man over his shoulder?

The nerdy, anxious little assistant is cut like glass, well muscled all throughout.

His mind isn't on his own physique, of course. He's too busy trying to figure out how he is ever going to sleep again. "...I...well, you said that...you said that I could sleep with y-"

Oh dear.

"You said I could...share yours for now, right? It's...it's pretty big, so maybe...I could...handle it tonight...."

Ohhhhh dear.