When they're not expecting company, Herbert dresses down a little. Casting aside his brocade waistcoats and jackets and settling for a more casual shirt-breeches-and-boots combination. Tonight he's in all black, though the lace at his sleeves is a silvery white.

He'd been on his way to Alfred's room anyway, to see what his lovely boy was up to tonight when he sees him from a few feet away. Slowing his walk to admire Alfred as he draws closer. Admiring the way the crimson cloth looks against his pale skin. Herbert's hand goes to his chest and he pauses in front of Alfred, looking him up and down slooowly.

"Hello, there."