Artemis slowly and looked over her shoulder at him. So he wanted to keep her near him to utilize her power. Now that was a different story. She had thought he sought to take it from her to have it himself. Well, inadvertently, he would have it, just she would keep it. She stared at him, wondering why he did not put it that way in the first place. She cringed at the thought of cutting her hair off. She loved her hair. It was a mane of beauty to her. It was fluffy and wild and well...she really liked it. She frowned for a moment before she blinked as an idea caught her.<br/><br/>"What day is it? Season...it was turning from winter to spring right?" That would make sense because arctic water was hard to get other wise. If they were still in winter but entering spring then that would lessen her worry about her hair. She could cut it however she wanted to but  once they were firmly in spring, her hair would grow back quickly. She tended to get a few feet cut off during that time. It was like shedding. Her thick mane  turned into loose, lighter creamy curls during the spring and summer. It was natural for her to do.<br/><br/>"If so then cutting my hair would not bother me for it will grow back in loose curls come spring. My ear and tail I will have a problem loosing...or are you merely going to hide the...make them vanish like you made your silly little fairies vanish..." She eyed this man carefully...wondering what kind of man only had tiny fairies around him. She wondered if he had a male partner some where. It certainly would explain the flamboyant attire when she first met him.<br/><br/>She smiled to herself, the first smile in a long time. She remembered her best friend. He was a character in deed, he always wore flamboyant colors. She remembered fondly his wedding and how happy he was with his partner. She felt a ping of regret...she would never have that now. She let out a soft sigh and once again he mask was on. She watched the man carefully, waiting his answer.