"Your hair looks good like that," I said, glancing up at his blonde, tussled hair. He grimaced. "Agh, no. I need a haircut." "No, no, don't cut it," I said with a laugh. "I like it." I reached out to run my fingers through it, but he took a step back. "Don't forget what I really am, Jessica." His eyes flickered to black for a split second, but then he blinked and when they opened again they were his familiar light brown. I shivered. "You scare me sometimes." "Good," he said coolly.