"Maybe after you're done kicking my ass here." Booker would trust ancient clippers. The worst they might take off too much hair or cut him but both of those problems would be solved with time.

Booker pushed the attack again ignoring any sort of hair that got in his way. "You could always use a sharp blade if you're worried about them."

He should worry about his appearance more. It was one of those things that fell by the wayside when darkness took him.