From your mother, right? [ She remembers he said something about that when she was working her way through his tangled hair some time or another. ]

[ Saya's hair, like the rest of her physical self, is perfect. Dark and thick, soft. Sleek without being unpleasant to touch. She sighs when his hand slides through it. ] Not everything we're doing here is for the spell, is it? You've got me to do with what you will. Let's see how well you can wind and unwind me.