[While Vincent is gone, he takes that time to straighten his shirt, ruffled by sleep. It's more for something to do than anything, but it isn't long before the Earl returns to attack his hair in earnest. It's a struggle nearly immediately for him to keep his eyes open once those hands go into his hair, followed by the brush. Something about those fingers and bristles gently tugging all along his scalp... It's wonderful.]

If you were, you would surprise us both. [He has been around long enough to know there isn't much that can do in one of his kind. Though not impossible, he would more be surprised at why Vincent would want to kill him than he would with that he could manage it.]

Mm... Did she? Here I found myself more envious of her hair than of my own. [He shook his head.] You're truly not bothered by that, my lord? That you're speaking with an agent of death? I suppose it shouldn't come as a surprise, given your history and all, but I'm unnatural. [And that they had known each other and worked with each other for so long! Then again, this was Vincent Phantomhive...]