Herbert leans his cheek into the touch, unable to keep the smile from his face. Solin's hands are rough, compared to Herbert's soft, well manicured hands. But he likes the way they feel against his skin. "I think I could happily listen to you teach me about anything -- everything. There's only so much you can learn from reading."

Herbert is flustered as well. Impatient to know more about this beautiful boy in his arms. To see his cottage and farm and sheep. To see how he makes those beautiful scarves.

"Would you like to find some place to sit and talk?"