[ She guides him inside their house, which is minimalist and undecorated as ever, bidding him to sit down upon the couch. She parts from him then, only to return with a comb and a brush from the adjacent room, Moving to stand behind him, she cups her hands on the backside of his neck to bring out his hair over the rear of the couch. With a few tugs, she undoes whatever tie he has fastened the long strands together.

She's no hairdresser by any means, but she does enjoy spoiling and pampering others. She hopes that her brushing his hair will be as enjoyable and relaxing for him as it is for her... ] I don't think I can compare to any royal hair stylist, but I will do my best.

[ She begins to with running her fingers through his hair, loosening up the strands. To her surprise, they come apart easily. It's not as wild or messy as it looks! ] Your hair is such a rich, deep black. No wonder your eyes stand out so much.