Claude blinks in confusion at him for a moment, before his easy smile resumes.

"--Perhaps it would be improper for a nobleman to wear his hair in braids," Claude finishes for him in a voice that is a (not particularly good) attempt to sound like Lorenz. He has no idea what Lorenz was about to really say, so he just goes for lightening the mood instead. "Oh well, you're committed now."

He really is -- Claude's deft fingers have already finished the braid, and he sits back to look over his handiwork. He's gone to pains to make it neat, just the way Lorenz would prefer it, and braided it to the side so it keeps off of his back.

"That should do it for now. Would anything else help make you comfortable?"