She kissed him back, although she had to break the kiss when she started laughing at his request. "Cut my hair?" she repeated, her lips quirking upwards. "Do you not know?"

Cassandra pulled back, resting her palms on his chest. She looked up at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly. It was a bit unsettling on her, given how rarely she smiled. Yet, it was not entirely unpleasant.

"When we first met...the day after, if I remember it properly, Andromache was brought to the temple of Artemis to dedicate her hair before her wedding." She smiled slightly. "Paris stole the lock of hair, so I cut one of my own and dedicated it on the altar." Come to think of it, Cassandra had never mentioned this to anyone before, had she? Not even Othryoneus. "I dedicated it to you."