It’s no trouble at all— [ He’s quick to reply, the blow to the chair startling him some. Gods, but he’s better than this—has breezed through plenty of such awkward situations and turned them around, he’s sure. It’s the cats, then; it must be the cats, to put him so out of turn like this. ]

Yes, that will do. [ He takes a few calming breaths, before assessing the mess on her hair more critically. And as he takes his gloves off and begins the rinse, kneading and combing through those long strands with his fingers, he can’t help but remark, ]

You have lovely hair, Psyche. I feel that much more ashamed to have soiled it so.