I'M EVEN BETTER IN MY FIRST LANGUAGE. There's no mistaking the fact that the compliment pleases him. It's still new territory for Wes, to be truly known and recognized by more than just one person. Most days he's not even sure who he is, but finding people who see more than him than the job he had before this place is like an addiction. He turns away from the mirror for his comb and scissors, but doesn't manage to fully mask his own smile.

The question he returns to makes him set down his tools. There are two ways to answer that, and he isn't sure that either one will give him the information he's so curious for if Neal remains insistent on not revealing much. Something tells him the other man isn't easily fooled, though he might stand a better chance with his messages being passed through an electronic intermediary. SMELLS DIFFERENT FOR EVERY PERSON. JUST PART OF THE CHARM.

I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR HAIR DRY. EASIER TO WORK WITH THE NATURAL TEXTURE. How's that for knowing what he's doing? Wes sets the Fluid aside and passes his fingers through Neal's hair, pushing it until it settles naturally.