[He rolls his eyes good-humoredly. He loves his kind of banter.]

Ugh. It's terrible. It's like the universe expects me to go out in public without this stunning physique of mine perfectly groomed. I have to show up on public television, you know. [Or, well. He was.

Dropping the air of faux vanity, he grumbles,] Think you got the shorter end of the stick than I did--at least I already know how to take care of hair. Do you prefer it to the stingers?