"My hair?" He doesn't do much at all with his hair. Not like Herbert does. He brushes it back out of his face and that's about it.

The count is incredibly touched by the offer, and slides his hand up Alfred's shoulder to squeeze it lightly. Wanting to keep this closeness. "I don't think anyone has brushed my hair for me in... I suppose nearly three hundred years now. But -- I would like that. Very much."