"I'm sure you will." Solomon smiled and kissed the tip of her pointed ear, and then stepped away, one hand lingering on her back so she didn't fall once her support was gone. He took back the towel, damp from her hair though it was; he had air-dried somewhat, but he still needed the towel.

He was still wearing that smile as he turned away to towel himself off, paying special care to the padded bracelets, and wring out his own hair, now slick with the damp but too long for his taste. "I wonder," he murmured, "whether Shudder has some scissors lying around."

There hadn't been any in the cabinet and there were unlikely to be any in the bedroom, so it was probably too much to ask. Solomon checked anyway, though his hopes went unanswered.