"You like my hair," he said with a shake of his head as he pulled out the rolls to cut one in half. "And it's only gotten curlier since the white came in."

He glanced over.

"Though I don't look nearly as elegant as you do with it. I'm like a skunk over here."

He smiled at him and it was a miracle that it wasn't brittle.

"Thankfully, I smell a little sweeter."