"No! I- yes, I- god." Herbert buried his face in his hands briefly, knees still drawn up. How horribly embarrassing, reacting like some stupid kid to what was probably no big deal to Kurloz. And of course he'd have to pick today to not wear his robes down to dinner, only his jeans and a t-shirt and hooded cardigan, none of which were good for covering the obvious lump in his pants.

"I can probably think it away," he managed to choke out. "Sorry, I don't usually- sorry."