[The glare he fixes Dimitri with is part incredulous, part exasperated.] You left it on purpose? What's the point of it if you don't use it? How would you lose it if it's in your hair? Ugh.

[He sighs and turns the glare toward Sylvain.] Who cares what color it is? It just has to do its job.

[But he takes the ribbon Sylvain holds up anyway and moves back to stand behind Dimitri's chair.] Keep still. [Reaching out to carefully tame the tangled mop of the prince's hair is easier this time, having done it once recently already, and doing it makes Felix feel calmer, too; helps to drive back the lingering panic.

It does take longer than it did the other day, though, as the other man's hair is more tangled than usual, and he's quiet as he works just as hard as he did then not to pull on the knots hard enough that it might hurt. Eventually, he deems it done well enough that he can pull it back just the same way as before, gathering the front and sides up into the ribbon and tying it firmly, then stepping back. ...he grudgingly admits that the silver does look nice. But hell if he's going to say that out loud.]

Next time, do this before you get into a fight.