Snowforest Taiga we can't get higher than we get on the long way down

Okay, wait, what the fuck? She actually wants his hair. He freezes for a moment, disgusted and baffled in equal measures — and the only thought that crosses his mind before he starts speaking is 'That could still count as flirting.' No. What kind of freak goes around asking for people's hair? Are you sick or something? His words are icy as ever, tone betraying little of his true level of revulsion — though it's likely obvious anyway. He takes a step back, seriously contemplating that this creature might have some sort of illness; something in the same vein of the affliction he'd suffered as a child. He doesn't know if he could catch it from her, but he doesn't want to take the chance.