[ For a second he looks set to protest. But then Vincent closes his eyes and sighs again. There's some mild amusement in his tone as he speaks. ]

...That obvious, huh?

[ At least he isn't denying it. He's clearly not talking about his hair because he will address that in a moment. ]

I don't mind making time for you, Aerith. Just... don't bring anyone else by. Or bring the ingredients and I'll work on my own. I'll send you the results.

[ Compromise. And in his own awkward way, trying to express that it isn't her. The heart is willing but the soul is... weary right now. Another sip of wine is taken. He muses adding a more direct apology, but decides against it for now. Instead it's time to speak about his hair.

This time he does lift his hand, tweaking a lock between his fingers and giving it a puzzled look. ]

...It's not that bad.

[ It's not exactly good, either. ]