"Maybe," he says, of the threat of a haircut in Rose Creek, because he does like the way it feels when Faraday's hands are threaded deep in his hair, yanking at it and making him beg and cry out. That's not something he's eager to give up, if he's honest.

Licking his lip and pressing his tongue to his teeth when Faraday studies him so close, he can't help the way he takes advantage of them being so close, grabbing Faraday by the belt to yank him in, standing toe to toe, his chin up like he intends to lay down a challenge.

"Is that sigh disappointment in the way I look?" he asks, voice low, like they have to keep secrets from the wilderness around them. "You didn't seem to mind it so much last time you saw me pinned over you, hand on you."