After taking a moment to process just what the heck had happened, Morgan finally poked his head out onto the balcony.

"You know," he said, trying to sound stern and smiling despite himself, "tradition says you should have asked me to let my hair down first. I mean, it's no golden stair, but I'm not growing it out for nothing." He waved the tip of his hair at her with one hand, demonstrating that yeah, it was about as long as his arm.