[Even without the excuse of an automatic reset, Val gets it. When you start counting your age in millennia, it's hard to justify holding on to something as ephemeral as hair.]

I might just go for it, honestly, you've got me sold. [One hand reaches up absently to touch his work so far, trying to figure out what he's doing.] Maybe I'll have them shave your face into the side so everyone knows whose idea it was.