"I'll wash your hair for you, shall I?" He moves around to situate himself in a better position to do so, pushing up his sleeves. "After the night you've had, you could use a little pampering," Herbert explains, carefully cupping water in his hands and pouring it over Alfred's hair, running his fingers through his hair to get it properly wet.

"I have the most marvelous shampoos. I take great pride in my hair, after all."