Once he sits, she reaches out to begin combing through his hair with her fingers, but he chooses to lean forward instead. She suppresses a sigh because it's quite like Nikolai to get distracted even though he's the one who's requested her presence here. She lets him inspect her kit because truly what's the harm? She wonders if she'll regret it. She prides herself on being organized and put together. One might say it's because of her need to have control over things when much of her life hadn't been in her control before, but that's neither here nor there.

"They're not all for hair. Some are for cloth or finer things," she explains to him patiently. Patience is something she's had to learn over the years. An impatient spy is a terrible one. Of course, she needs to reach much deeper into that well when it comes to handling him. Her hand goes to his shoulder to gently tug him back to the chair. "Now sit still or I really will take a bit of ear," she warns.

With him in his proper place, she begins to card her fingers through his hair to get a feel of how long it is. His hair is soft. He's a man who knows how to take care of himself. "How much would you like off?" she asks again to be sure, gazing at him in the mirror.