[ Carlisle, was that - did you just find a perk to being undead? Qubit's grin widens, and he gets a knowing glint in his eye, but again, he doesn't mention it. Carlisle must be feeling incredible to take a step like that unconsciously. ]

That's a good way to look at it. [ He'd briefly resumed packing things up, but now he abandons the task to come take a closer look at Carlisle's hair. He doesn't touch this time, but he's well inside his personal bubble, tilting slightly onto his toes for a better angle, a curious hand on his chin. ]

Though if you did want to get creative with it, I'm sure it'd be possible to formulate something mild enough for your hair type. [ His mind's already whirring with ideas. What would you even call his hair type? "Dry scalp" is an understatement. Something like a dry shampoo could make the hair brittle and lead to breakage, but you couldn't really moisturize, either, because moisture invites bacteria, which could destroy his whole scalp. It'd be a challenge, in any event, which Qubit always finds enticing, but -

- but there are trade-offs to consider, as well. He sets his heels down, but doesn't think to back up or anything. ] Of course, the real hurdle would be testing it. I don't know how I'd replicate your hair, and if something did go wrong, it's not as if it would grow back...

[ A beat, as a thought occurs to him. ]

... would it?