"I'm a bit miffed over all that." And this water is wet. But Waver relaxes as Iskandar's fingers work their magic, soothing his irritation. A most effective way to calm the savage nerd. "It was none of their business."

S I G H.

He nudges his head a little more into Iskandar's touch just like a cat seeking attention and skritches to a favored spot. He likes that. Shamelessly so.

"There's oil back in the bag with my hairbrush at least. Didn't I...?" He swears he put it one of their bags. Waver knows he bought a fresh bulk batch from the salon supply store; his Temple goes through hair care products nearly as fast as both Temples go through wine. "Don't tell me I left it out."

There's always swiping some from one of the men here, though. It would be appropriate compensation for earlier.