She gave him a funny look. "Don't make me second guess myself," she warned lightly, with a hint of playfulness. "Now I'm starting to suspect that you're plotting something." Of course, she couldn't think of much for him to plot, in light of what had just happened. What was the worst thing he could possibly do to her?

Then again, she knew the lows to which some so-called human beings could stoop.

"As for my hair, we had that conversation already," she scolded him. "I've already dedicated my hair to you once. That didn't work out so well."