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"Obviously I brush my hair and take care of it, hm? Shampoo and conditioner. Rather expensive ones, so that's where the money I get paid goes to," he shrugged, biting hard on his lip - he would rather die than admit how nice it was to both be complimented, and to have his hair played with affectionately like that. Once the vampire pressed in a little closer, every morsel in Ivan's body screamed to pull away, only because this was something he had been dead against since being disowned for it those years ago... though Ambrose had promised that wouldn't happen. And what choice did he have to trust him? Curling up against him suddenly, that being the agreement needed, he shyly pecked his cheek to test the waters before cracking a wry grin. "You're such a romantic, huh?"