[He says nothing for a moment, searching her face for--well, who even knows what. Finally, he huffs a little again, the way dogs do after staring at their owners for five seconds yields no results.]

Well, duh. We settled that, like, nine years ago, so what's the point.

[He pulls her mask down over her face.]

Besides, even my teeth probably couldn't get through all that damn hair you got. It'd be like chewing through fucking rope.