He pauses before entering the bathroom, glancing back at Molotov's surprisingly welcoming gesture towards the corgi, who in turn tilts his head and stares. Who knew they'd get along? Assuming Ein doesn't try to eat her. ... He probably wouldn't do that.

So he closes the door and reaches for a towel, walking past the mirror on his way to the shower -- and stops. His voice can be heard breaking loudly over in the adjourning room. "What the hell did you do?"

All that compassion he was feeling earlier melts; he fumes and starts trying to undo the ridiculous braids. Goddamn spiteful fairies. How did she do so many?