"Oh, well, I shall have to make time between feeding the sheep and spinning for that." Herbert is - excitable, quick. Solin finds it endearing rather than pushy, laughing breathlessly like he's being swept out with the tide.

His thumbs rub a little at Herbert's waist where they find a place to rest. A nervous little motion, a fidget.

"Of course you can visit - whenever you like. It - it's not much, nothing like all this. Just a farm and a cabin...but if you don't mind sheep, you are more than welcome."