"Really?" Lucius grumbled. "Must I really do this?"
The affirmative nods and giggles from his entourage indicated his fate. At the moment, Lucius sat in a chair at shop he had never been to before. Hair stylists were simply not necessary. If his hair got too long or too messy for battle, he simply took a dagger to it. Unfortunately for him, his wives decided that was enough. It did not escape him that this may have been Kalliope's true intentions on forcing him to grow out his hair.
"I could have done this for him." Natali's quiet voice broke through the other women's amusement. She twirled a dagger in her hand.
"Exactly. Thank you, Natali. I fail to see how this woman's scissors and razors are sharper than Natali's own weapons. I've seen the meticulous maintenance she puts into those."
