He was leaned over a little, his left hand on his knee as a means to support himself, being careful of the other considering his leakage. His eyes widen, why did of all things, that simply tear away at him? He had an almost fear shine within his eyes before he stood up properly, his hands hung at his sides, fingers curled in slightly.“Pain? How does one take that pain away?” 

Heinous, eh? Well you sure seem like a playful fellow. Would you like something to drink, or are you content with smelling my conditioner? I can guarantee you that actual edible stuff will taste much better than my hair, heh.

I’m Kink-ler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, dear…?

Hm? Oh, hello. Anything I can do for you, dear?

“Oh! H-Hein, c-careful, hair isn’t really something you should eat…” she responds, although she can’t say she blames him. Kids suck and chew on their own hair a lot, especially if it’s wet. But she doesn’t want a sudden haircut, and it’s tugging a bit, so Audrey eases the locks from his mouth and pats his head. “It doesn’t taste good or digest well, nor give you any nutrients. Hair is just dead skin and keratin like in nails. But if you’re hungry, would you like me to make you something good to eat?”

Audrey giggles, amused, happy that something as simple as her hair could entertain him. “I play with it a lot. The natural oils on fingers make hair shiny, paired with good conditioner and brushing it to keep it smooth,” she murmurs, talking airily with no real point in stating so. Instead, she keeps her hands clasped in front of her and allows him to continue. She’s just glad he feels comfortable coming so close to her.

She doesn’t mind, and blushes a bit. “Thank you… My hair was always unkempt before, s-so I try to take care of it now. You can play with it, if you like. It’s okay,” she reassures.