"I couldn't even comb it," Anton pointed out dryly, turning his head just enough to indicate he was looking in Erskine's direction without actually being able to see him. "What makes you think I have the fine control to plait it?"

It was true. It was also said for the sake of the amusement. Anton could have put it in a ponytail. It would have been annoying, but he could have done it. He wasn't going to, just because it amused him to make Erskine do it fo him.

"I hope you took pictures," Anton added. "I've hate to have become a heart-throb and not have evidence."

He did not, in any way, acknowledge Erskine's little choke. It didn't seem like something Erskine would want him to point out right now, and Anton didn't particularly want to dwell on those scars either.