"Trust me, love, I'll be wearin' boots, an' that's it." It was bad enough that he looked like a woman. He just hoped that whatever this was, it didn't last long enough that he felt compelled to act like one too. Not that he had anything against women, but he was rather fond of being a man. It was, after all, what he was comfortable with being. "Could you braid the hair, maybe?" he asked after a moment, running his fingers through it again. "One braid, down the back? Seems like that would be best for keepin' it out o' the way."