Roland sighs deeply. A song and dance that he's surprised he hasn't gotten used to yet. Or maybe he has, and this is part of the routine. "I'm not eighty-seven, Inigo." He quips, but lacking actual irritation. Sounding more like a correction, a memo to remember. Please remember!

Since Inigo's hands are no longer tugging or fixing his hair, Roland attempts to at least look at the knot that's been created so far - and his hair has grown long enough that he can see it with a quick swish of the tail to his shoulder. "Hm. That's nice." Which he honestly means, at least seen from the way his gaze softens. He turns back to the conversation, afterwards.

"Well there are different shades of brown. Tidus is referring to the brightness of each brown shade." He places a finger under his chin. "For example, there are browns that have more red in them than yellow, so it can look auburn." Roland turns around somewhat in his seat, giving Inigo another once-over thoughtfully. Hums, before he adds, "What about a very bright, youthful color? Or highlights? I think you're trendy enough to pull it off."