“Cut your hair? Surely Lestat will fly into a rage, seeking me out with doom in his eye.” Brian said with a sly grin.
Louis's smile widened. “Oh, doubtless.” He leaned far back in the office chair, effortlessly finding the point of balance as he continued, “ He can be somewhat dramatic when things are not done his way. There will be wild accusations flung, some gnashing of teeth...angry tears.”
“Imprecations.” Brian said, “ Heated exhortations.”
“Hand wringing and a woeful countenance.” Louis rejoined, amused with the repartee.
Brian nodded thoughtfully. “I'll get the scissors.”