Viggo watched the curl slip free of its tether as Orlando studied the script. With each movement of his head it came closer to his face until finally it tickled his cheek and Orlando shoved it behind his ear with a frustrated pout.

Seconds passed before the rogue hairs freed themselves, the strands glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Giving a repeat of their earlier performance, Orlando reached back and pulled off the band holding them tight. Shaking his head sent long lustrous curls in every direction.

Viggo was at his side instantly, fingers lost in the dark tresses. "Much better."