"Well, you're not all fairy." She wasn't fishing for anything- it was rare that Delirium even had the mental capacity to reason long enough to lie. The wistful comment was just that, almost childlike in its innocence.
At his disdainful mention of his hair, she turned her head to the side. "Should it be different?" The next chunk of hair that fell in his face would be a deep violet, matching hers at the minute. If he wanted it to be different, she could do that. He was hers, enough.