Mm.

[He considers ignoring that request and just drinking his beer and eating his tofu, but then acquiesces with a labored sigh.]

Fine, fine.

[With another drink of his beer, he puts it down, and shifts so that he can fuss with Hythlodaeus' hair. Stroking his fingers through the long, white locks as he gathers it in his hands.]

With how much you have, perhaps braiding it might be best. Tell me, did you bring aught to tie it with?