"Yeah, maybe, I guess." He responded with another dismissive gesture. It should probably be pointed out that he was ot like this with other clients, and frankly his mother would be appalled, but she had a blowdryer going, and her client was chatty. So.
He started off in the direction of the sinks and pointed her to a chair while he started to poke around for the correct scented shampoo and conditioner to match the oil. "If you knew why did you ask?" He asked finally, with his ose in a bottle of shampoo.