Rogue undressed as well, following him shortly after, and was a bit taken aback by the unexpected explanation. She'd admired the handiwork in his hair for weeks, slowly noticing as time passed that the style never changed, but she'd never thought to ask him about it. She'd assumed there was some cultural purpose behind the choices, or just personal preference and style, but she'd never imagined something like this.

She took a seat on the edge of the tub as well. "It's a lovely tradition," she told him with a fond smile. "Humans don't have anything like that, at least not in my culture." Maybe in others there was something as beautifully symbolic, but certainly not in 21st century America.

Her fingers itched to reach out and touch his hair, but she resisted the compulsion. "How long have you worn these?"