Wash it? She was going to wash his hair? His eyes darted about in something near to panic - was that a normal part of this salon business? But then he spotted the sinks and chairs clearly specially designed for precisely that purpose and he realised he was probably over-reacting. Wasn't that what he'd come for? Some professional help?
He'd promised Albus a photo this afternoon; he wasn't going to look tolerable for the damn thing if he didn't do something.
"Yes. That would be fine. Thank you." He could tell that his comment about his death had been one of those things he ought not to have said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I fully expected to die in the war; anything else would have been an extreme twist of good fortune."
Something that never happened for him in his life. Well, until he'd come to this village.
"It doesn't bother me, but I forget that it's not exactly topic for polite conversation." Socially awkward, thy name is Severus. "I am curious to know how the world got on after. Not like a grand history of everything, but how people got on. Did it take a long time for things to . . . settle down?"