Cue a gigantic eyeroll. "Queen, please. Don't get it twisted, okay?" She'd go on disabusing him of his notion that she's anything but an expert hair stylist, but she's too busy watching his hair poof just so. Shit. That's good.

Casually, the queen leans right next to him, raising an eyebrow. "Please, be my guest." She's not at all looking for some hot Tribute gossip to spread, noooo.