Herbert Fudge was not a man to shy away from adventure. He had sailed about the globe, visited jungles and deserts, and understood better than he cared to admit how a fellow might be drawn away from the marriage bed and into the arms of someone more...novel. He knew, too, that there were men who, indeed, preferred the touch of other men, though such a notion never taken root within his own soul. Still, bringing all this information together and then applying it to Prosper was proving challenging, to say the least.

But he didn't flee into the night (which, given he didn't need to use actual doors, would have been wonderfully easy), so at least there was that. Of course, after a moment, Herbert wondered if he should, if Prosper would rather avoid any sort of discussion, or would remain busy...

When Prosper did appear, he did so disheveled, though decidedly more put-together than he had been in the study.

"You're feeling...well, then?" Herbert asked, the reason for his visit seeming a safer topic to land upon.