"You might just be mental in a mental way," he muttered, even as he took his hand off of his wand, leaving it in his robes. He snorted appreciatively when she called his brothers sketchy, but didn't budge. He felt a little bad, because it was clear she was harmless, and she seemed nice enough, but it was the sort of thing that could easily come back to make his life miserable if certain brothers got wind of it. "Look, no offense, right, but I'm not going to have anyone walking around saying they're - wearing my hair." He paused. "Thanks, though," he said awkwardly. He guessed it was a compliment.