"Th-thank you. Your hair is very...it's very nice. And shiny. I can tell you take c-care o-o-"

All at once, Alfred's words sort of dissolve at the feeling of Herbert's fingers running through his hair. He goes very quiet, but not with terror this time...no, he is, at present, being surprised by Something Else.

Something that makes him let out a sort of high, keening whine in the back of his throat, a flush rising over his ears, his shoulders, his chest.

Uh oh.