(OOC: Not quite long enough to tie back yet.  :))<br/><br/><strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>Torven smiled at Isulura's attemtp to manage his hair.  "Don't worry about it . . . in another couple months, maybe it'll be long enough for that to work," he said, every morning, he tried pulling it back.  It was still too short.  His back arched into the bed slightly as she dripped oil onto his back.  He chuckled lightly, "Sorry . . . it's jsut cold."  A moment later, he'd recoered and lay still with his head pillowed on his arms.  Torven's eyes went half-lidded as she straddled him and began working at his tired muscles.