[He snorts, with apologies to the hair he just buried his nose in. Sif is right. There isn't any fun in warning a guy first, and yet! Please, o' magnanimous rogue. A dollop of empathy for his poor, tired companions? Before they're forced to endure any number of (possibly spicy) pranks in retaliation? Then again. After a day like today, maybe a good prank is something they all could use. Isabeau certainly feels like he might be getting pranked when Siffrin follows up with a request that offers to fulfill one of his deepest, darkest desires.

...Okay that's putting it a little dramatically, but. Isabeau still gasps real loud, immediately tenses up from how loud that was, and waits an excruciating ten seconds in silence to make sure his big mouth didn't commit any cardinal sins. Mutual destruction seemingly averted, he lets out a very slow, very silent whoosh of breath.]

I would love that.

[He could wax poetic about how much he'd love that, but he's honestly not much of a poet. What he is, is one half of the party's resident skin and hair care duo, so Siffrin has absolutely come to the right place in their search to "tress for success." Now with a mission in mind, the way Isabeau trails his fingers through their hair is much more purposeful this time, nails tracing across their scalp and fingers dancing out of the way of formed knots as he feels and observes.]

Mhm, I think I know exactly what your hair needs. A little TLC and we could really get your hair to glow.