He gave an exaggerated gasp of offense that quickly devolved into a chuckle. "Usually hairshirts come from the person's own hair, Alec, and I'm not a knitter. Besides, I already have this one." Martin pulled his thick beige sweater closer around himself and made a little show of burrowing into it. Despite its mysterious origins, he was growing extremely fond of the thing.

"Besides, they talked me into shaving for St. Baldrick's one year and I instantly regretted it. I don't have the headshape."