"So what does Moon think of the hair change?"
Hawk glanced at Miguel, looking at the way his friend eyed his red liberty spikes, and smirked at his question. "She digs it," he boasted. With a suggestive arch of his eyebrows, unable to help himself, he embellished more, "She keeps wanting to touch it, she can barely keep her hands off."
Miguel returned his grin. "I thought you didn't like people touching it."
"I always let my girl touch it," stressed Hawk. "She can't help herself. It's pretty big, you know." He laughed when Miguel shoved his shoulder for that.
