Oh, like mine then?

[And he twists one long slender finger around an unruly auburn curl, though its most definitely auburn, not a true red at all. He knows this.]

And I see, I thought perhaps you were born that way...it's a witcher thing then? Or something else?

[But after the words are out, he gives the man a side-long look, something vaguely chastened in it.]

I'm asking too many questions, aren't I. Of course, you don't have to answer any of them.