Roland shakes his head gently, afraid to throw the braid and flowers off. Incredulous almost, but he remembers that Inigo is often worried about what he thinks, what his friends might think really, of the things he does for them no matter how intimate or thoughtful.

"Not at all." He answers, looking up at him with his arms uncrossed now, resting against his lap instead. "I just want to see it. I don't want your hard work to go to waste! Besides..." How does he say this without sounding too strange? He mulls over the words but decides that there's little point in hesitating about things. He's already allowed him - no, wanted him - to do up his hair like this, flowers strung across black strands, standing out like dots of color on a dark canvas.

"...I want to remember it. I always remember the things I see. That's why."

A simple enough explanation, but if all else fails, he'll pull up one of the cameras for work purposes. He can print it and delete it later.