Neo turned around to see the results of Lexi combing her hair. He saw that her red hair has been brought back under control to a very significant extent, barring the fact that her pants and shirt had holes on it. Or rather, the sight of her wearing those ruined clothes somewhat triggered his primal emotions again, which made him narrow his eyes with interest. He knew to himself that it was time for him again to be lustful, but he wanted to ease himself unto her. He still remembered the results of his last rough approach to her, and so he wanted to make it more palatable to Lexi. The alchemist's sexual urge was still there, but he bought it under control.<br/><br/>To mask this emotion, he simply said, "Oh, look at ya', gurl! Yo' lookin' almawst fabulous again!" He said it in such an effeminate accent, much like how a stereotypical hairstylist would have said it.<br/><br/>He then walked towards the bar, while saying, in his normal way of speaking, "Maybe there's a Crown in der o' sumthin'. I dunno, just raid the goddamn bar. If there ain't none in this fuckin' penthouse, then it's a shit penthouse." He then leaned his back again on the bar counter, alongside his metal box of peculiar concoctions and the red haired shop keeper. And then, he grabbed a dark brown vial of hair coloring potion from the metal box and handed it over to Lexi, saying, "Just one drop, 'kay? One drop is as magical as fuck."<br/><br/>He then also grabbed a yellow coloring potion and then put a drop of it on his glass of whiskey. As soon as he put the drop in the whiskey, he took a long swig from his glass, emptying it. And, in the same manner how he changed hair colors earlier, his black hair faded back into a yellow blonde. The alchemist was blonde again in a moment.<br/><br/>Neo went back to the sofa to grab bottle of whiskey from the end table beside it and put more cubes of ice in his glass. He poured another great amount in his lowball glass while saying, "Do ya' know what? Maybe yer right. Sid might have some shit he didn't want us to know. Or maybe he's a lying sack of shit and he's playing us like a fuckin' fiddle. I'll be honest too, I dunno either. But since Ratt's trusting that guy, I'll take my chances too. 'Cause mah boss doesn't like to be fucked 'round. Motherfuckers who do dat get their caps peeled."<br/><br/>As he was back to the bar counter beside Lexi, he sipped more whiskey and said, "But I gotta tell ya' this, 'cause this is one thing fo' sho': If Sid turns out to be a backstabbing dipshit, it's either that I put a fo'ty-five through his fuckin' skull or Ratt puts nine millimeters of lead slugs through it. But yeah, I still think it's about them dead people's dried head bones. Maybe they're there just fo' shits and gigs but I really feel like, they're there fo' a damn reason. Ya' feel me?"