[ Grell hums with approval at the choice, before setting it aside. First, she'll tilt his head back with care, so that she may pour handfuls of water through his hair. ]

Most would cower and apologise to me for being a nuisance. Some would curse under their breath but fall in line. You were different, though, weren't you?

[ Pouring some product into her hands, she takes a moment to disperse it between her palms before threading her fingers through his locks. ]