Even prepared and semi-willing, he can't help but ever so slightly wince at the fingers that come so close to his face to tug his hair back. He takes a deeper breath and holds the brim of his hand firmly in his lap. The sensation of having his hair handled is old enough to be foreign as well, but the longer he allows this to go on the easier it is to at least try and relax a little. If he can get past the tension, it doesn't feel so bad...

Focusing on Teo's distant description helps distract him from any discomfort as well. Someone with long dark hair, from his childhood... a relative or friend, most likely. He may as well try to prompt him to remember more.

"...She taught you? What's her name?"