Selby laughed again, causing a lock of hair to tumble forward onto his forehead. He pushed it back, wreaking havoc on his hair, not that it had been terribly orderly even at the start of the evening. Really, he ought to cut it. It had no business falling onto his collar like that, flouting all standards of decent grooming. Surely that was why Alistair wanted to smooth it into place using his own hands.
