"Oh! Oh. Good, that's. What I meant."

Standing back up, he sets the shirt aside, hanging it up. He glances shyly to Herbert for a moment before setting to more of his undressing. First he slips out of his boots, setting them aside...then go the socks, rolled down his (toned, so toned) legs and set aside.

Then go the pants, unbuttoned and stepped out of.

Lucky for Herbert, Alfred is a briefs man, clean and rosy pink, and his patience in staying his own hand is rewarded with a much better view.