While Aaron was distracted, Eleanor plucked the golden strand tangled in his hair. Miss Cleric studied it, puzzled by how short, curly, and thick it was compared with normal hair, then held it in front of him with a distinctly displeased look. "What is this?"
"What?" Aaron was still a little dazed. He focused on the golden hair in Miss Cleric's hand, his eyes shifting. "What are you talking about?"
"This golden hair!" Eleanor punched his shoulder with her little fist. Miss Cleric's intuition increasingly insisted that something was wrong. She waved the strand before his eyes. "Tell me! Where exactly did this hair come from?"
Aaron finally snapped out of it. Damn it, didn't I wash my hair?
He couldn't panic now. Perfectly composed, Aaron asked, "Whose else could it be? Who else in this house has blonde hair? It must be yours, Eleanor."
"How could it be mine?" Eleanor refused to accept that. Miss Cleric examined the curly golden strand, growing more suspicious. "Why would my hair be this short?"
"Uh... perhaps it isn't hair from your head?" Aaron slipped an arm around her waist and murmured teasingly into her ear.
"You... you're awful!" Sure enough, Miss Cleric was distracted. Her pretty face flushed as she pinched Aaron's cheek and leaned against him. After checking that no one was around, she whispered shyly, "You trimmed it... don't you know?"
"Hehehe~" That subject woke Aaron right up. He smugly embraced Eleanor, pulling her close.
"Wait!" After spending so long with Aaron, Eleanor quickly realized he was changing the subject. Miss Cleric's guard immediately went up. "Don't change the subject! Tell me where this golden hair came from! Your Lady Caladnei isn't blonde!"
"Wait, darling. Let me think." Aaron calmly held Eleanor. "I was on duty all day. Let me