[Blunt yet pretty accurate. Kai snorts, the grumpy expression slipping away as Surge runs over to lick his hand before darting off again. Silly dog, checking up on him.]

So does that mean I can smack him around if he ever gives Karasu any more crap?

[The prospect of actually having the okay on that is a cheerful thought, until he remembers that she probably wouldn't approve of the help...or his methods. Doesn't matter that he wouldn't be doing anything batshit insane, Kai still wouldn't be just sitting him down for a pleasant talk.]

Eh, forget it. And the hair...I guess it doesn't matter.

[Now that he's been asked, he doesn't have an answer. Great.]