It was a good thing Anton was facing away from Erskine, because the eyebrow that shot up at that....

"Very clever," he drawled, reaching up to tug on a bit of Anton's hair teasingly--but closer to the scalp, so as not to actually cause pain. "I shudder to think what sort of pun you'll come up with next."

Nevertheless, when he ran the comb through Anton's hair next it was slower, more cautious. Just because he had little experience with the fine art of long hair didn't mean he was incapable of learning. "I still think you have too much bloody hair. I know--war--but it looks better short. More modern."