Herbert starts out looking around sharply, for the source of the music, but his eyes are drawn back to CY-Ren in no time, watching her move towards him. He feels torn for a moment, between moving away from her again and staying still but he doesn't move in the end, wetting his lips with his tongue and looking vaguely dismayed, blood still trailing slowly down his neck. This is... strange? Uncomfortable. Herbert doesn't have much of a personal space bubble but women don't generally invade it to begin with, outside of nurses, obviously.

His mouth opens slightly, eyes widening as she presses more into his mind, moves her hands down him a breath away from actually touching and he looks stricken, almost unhappy. Obviously he's conflicted, but increasingly equally obviously (unfortunately for everyone in the area, honestly) he's turned on.

The music is barely audible to him near the end: it might as well be static. He's watching CY-Ren, her body, her lips. He's never thought of a woman directly before like this, outside of anatomically. It's like his work, in that he'd do anything she required, anything it--she, asked of him. Finally, his hands lower entirely, falling to his sides, only one of them still clutching the large green syringe of his Spark. Only the fact that CY-Ren beckons to him stops him from falling onto suddenly weak knees.

All the same, he staggers when he starts to walk over. There's nothing he can think of needing more.