Howl flinched away from the series of questions, all pertaining to his mental health. In the end, Daniel wasn't so different from Ryuuzaki. He lacked that dark edge, but he was still full of inquiries. This time, though, he was asking about Howl's personal life; something Howl couldn't remember Ryuuzaki ever taking a particular interest in.

Howl needed to keep his hands busy, and so pulled his hair over a shoulder with easy, practiced movements that spelled out the confidence he lacked.

"If I say yes," he began thoughtfully, "you'll only think I was imagining things, and that I continue to do so. Do you suppose that you were imagining it as well, the other night? As you can see, I lack any proof that I ever changed my hair color." He tugged at a strand of his long, dark hair. It was nothing like the golden blond he had created in front of Ryuuzaki. Not a single trace remained. It was all rather dismaying.

Still, he smiled easily at Ryuuzaki. "So which part of your mind is it that you believe?"