Herbert's fingers flutter, wanting to reach out and touch but suddenly not quite sure he's allowed to. If Alfred would let him. And that is quite a thrilling thought. So he follows Alfred's fingers with his gaze, licking at his lips.

He toes off his stockings and shimmies out of his underthings, standing naked in front of Alfred. Feeling more vulnerable than he has before. "Shall I -- shall I get on the bed for you?" he asks, a little more demure than usual.