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"I don't mind," Virgil assured with a small shrug. "It's the least I could do, really." Amelia seemed insistent that he wouldn't have to pay her back for her kindness but it felt right to at least do something to show he appreciated her efforts. "I'm not exactly the best cook but I can at least throw together an omelet or pancakes."

Amelia's hand pulls him again and he follows without hesitation, being lead into a rather large bedroom that Amelia scrambled for a moment to clean. Not that she had to- Pierce had definitely spent time in much worse conditions. "This is hardly a mess." Virgil speaks his thoughts with a chuckle. "Definitely not compared to places I've stayed at." Sitting on her bed, Virgil practically sinks into the soft mattress, having to fight the urge to lay right back and stretch out against the comfortable bed.

Moving so that his back faced Amelia, Virgil offered up his hair to her mercy. "Alright, have at it," he consented with a nod and a light grin. "Just know that I'm putting my full trust in you. I've never had this done before. I used to have a friend that trimmed my hair for me when it was needed."