Adam, while not one to freely admit to his failings, didn't have a problem confessing that he wasn't familiar with the finer points of cosmetology. He only had a vague notion of what adding depth to his hair involved. As for texture... he drew a blank, except to picture various scenarios of getting rollers stuck in his hair or attacked with heating irons. Neither of which were going to happen. Ever.
He'd played his part until now, though. Not a bead of gel had touched his hair, and it was flatter than usual, the tiniest bit too long in places, especially where it fell onto his forehead. In conclusion, it was a mane that was meant to be styled, and not left to sit naturally.
"Word of warning," he replied, swinging an arm up onto the ledge of the car window space and tipping a smile at Tristan. "I might buy any pair of jeans if the cute salesgirl tells me they make my butt look good."