"I do, too," he said absently. "But man, I can't fight back, so I'll just have to pin you down until you release all your rage." He smirked at her, waggling his brows suggestively.
"It totally is," he told her. Even in his state of mind, he noticed that smile of hers, and he wrapped a strand around his finger, before letting it slip through. "I like it. Mine is too fucking short to do anything but run your hands through. You could do all kinds of shit with yours."