"Am I? This is the first I'm hearing of it." She teases lightly as she sets brush and soap aside, then picks up the shining silver razor and reaches her other hand to steady Harrow's head. "Hold still, Nonagesimus."

She starts just above Harrow's temple, carefully scraping the razor along her scalp, working down in a slow curve. She puts a thumb on Harrow's ear and gently folds it out of the way, carefully scrapes bare the vulnerable skin behind it. She works slowly, wiping the shining blade off on the towel slung over her shoulder after each cut.