Herbert makes a choked sound at the innuendo, his mind racing. Yes, this was all very strange, but ... maybe it made sense? Had Tony really been bothering him all this time because he fancied him? He shivers a little at the touch to his hair, his cheeks burning.

"Well. Well ... I don't fancy you back," he says, stumbling over his words, which have a pleading edge to them. He really has no idea what to do here. "I like your friend, so you can just give up, and go back to Bruce or something."