"...Thank you. I...I don't know if I'll be able to...to do that...yet."

It's his turn to stare a little bit as Herbert gets out of the bath...he tries not to, he really does, but that last rush of friction is haunting him, even as he tries to calm.

Some day. Maybe. Just not yet.

Timidly, he stands up, a little wobbly in the knees as he wraps himself in the oversized robe. At least it's room-y enough to obscure his too-slowly-shrinking-erection. Smiling a bashful little smile, he looks to Herbert with a little shrug. "...I don't mind. I...I usually just slept in my clothes, travelling with the Professor."