"So you admit there are elves living in your hair?"
“Trust? I do not give my trust so freely.”
‘So you do not deny that it is irrelevant?’
He presses his lips together, looking at the man before him–always hard to tell between mischief and malice, both making his eyes glimmer.
'I didn’t know elves were small enough to fit in my hair. I’ve not had the privilege of meeting any, I’m afraid.’
'If there is any