"Please, dear Miss Longfellow, surely you have some aptitude for observation," Caelwyn said, rubbing his face with his hands.
He reached up to touch a few stray locks. "Clearly he was in a hurry and didn't care if he did a good job. He wanted only to take as much as he could as quickly as he could. He had no concern for your hair-do, only that he didn't disturb your beauty rest. So despite his hurriedness, he has a hand delicate enough to cut hair while you're sleeping, a feat surely not even I could accomplish, unless I drugged you of course."
Caelwyn tilted his head thoughtfully. "Surely you're not under the influence of any foreign substance, are you?"