"...You already have, you know. I...I feel...like myself? Like I'm...me, now. That...probably seems silly."

Setting the paintbrush and palette aside for a moment, he strides right up to where Herbert is sitting, wrapping his arms suddenly around the larger vampire's shoulders and resting his cheek on the top of his head.

"It's nice, feeling...important to someone. It's nice seeing you happy, Engel."

The endearment tumbles out suddenly, and he's glad he's not looking Herbert in the face as he reddens.