"Well, it used to be better. I'll admit I used some of my girlfriend's shampoo for a while." he says, a bit embarrassed, but not all that much. And then she was touching his hair too...

"I don't think I could just... take it but... how about this, huh? A trade?" MarKus holds up the arrowheads. "I'll still need to finish them up... they're probably really blunt but, I spent more time working on the technique than making stuff so, yeah. Anyway, we can trade, some of your hair-stuff for artillery."