"I wouldn't ask you to make it better. I'm used to this," he said, though he leaned against her in return because, well, it felt nice and he wanted to make her feel like she was helping. "And it's not like I'm wandering the streets at night. The manor's nice at this hour. Quiet, peaceful, safe. It could be worse."

He smirked a little at her. "What are you threatening to do to my hair now?"