When Herbert shifts, climbing over him, Alfred watches, intent, entranced. It's one of those moments where he seems like he's studying Herbert's face, memorizing what it looks like in each and every situation.

Maybe he is.

"Mm - y-yes, Engel," he agrees, sighing contentedly at the hands running over his chest. It feels strange, almost, the lack of nails following the graceful fingertips. "I will, I promise. I...." He licks his lips, hesitating. "I have...tried to...to t-t-touch myself this way, before, but...but it was some time ago, and I didn't get very far, and I really didn't know what I was doing."