Oh...wow. The kiss is - it's overwhelming, but it's warm, it's nice (even with that stupid snaggletoothed fang in the way), and the way Herbert works a hand through his hair has him groaning against his lips. He doesn't so much reciprocate just yet, but he doesn't pull away...in fact, he writhes a little under the larger man, shuddering as he feels himself grind against skin still a little chilly through the warm water.

He pants, anxiety and lust fighting a battle on his face.

"...Y-you mean...wh-when I was...looking...for - mnh - the P-Professor...?"