Itachi let Shisui have his hand, and brought the cider up for a sip, since it was leaking out onto his hand and onto the ground and his pants. They weren't his pants, so Itachi really didn't care.
"Sometimes, you're not what I think you should be--or maybe I'm different." Itachi eyed Shisui again. "Did you have to slime your hair, though? Couldn't you let it be normal?"