Tugging wouldn't be a problem, Michel tackled this task like a large animal dancing around a smaller, fragile one. While he noticed the stray white strands that turned up at random, Michel said nothing. He understood Zevran enough to know that this could possible hurt his sense of sensuality. That and it wasn't important, Michel wouldn't be surprised if he had a few stray silver strands in his own hair as well from the strain of being a soldier, fighting a way, and fighting his way across Orlais in spite of his age.

"You have hair that is wonderfully cooperative," running his fingers through Zevran's hair often enough he certainly got a feel for how wonderfuly smooth it was.