"Yes, often from you, moy tsar," Genya replies dryly. She makes note of the distance between his fingers though it's not truly helpful. The distance is arbitrary. She knows he wants to cut short though to take off around his ears, so she keeps that in mind as she starts combing and trimming. For a bit, there's only the soft sounds of the scissors snipping. His hair falls to marble floor around them.

"Your ears aren't what I would call delicate, but I suppose they're lovely enough," she teases. She combs his hair upwards to check the length and continued trimming to that length. She's in her zone which means she's soften and more relaxed.

"Don't let it go to your head."