Reyson looks affronted at the very idea, bristling. He hates his job enough as it is! The first person to ask that he cut his hair for it is getting their keyboard a bath in hot coffee. He doesn't drink it, but he makes a point of carrying around a mug at work for the sake of doing something with his hands and also to pour on inconvenient coworkers.

"They might; I certainly don't intend to follow it. Any leader who would make so petty a demand doesn't deserve so much as a scrap of my loyalty. I'll follow a man through a live volcano if he's earned it but I have to draw the line somewhere."

He would honestly rather be back in the volcano. A hostile army on one side, a surly territory of dragons on the other, nobody expecting him to do anything about defragmenting... Yoshiki seems like he is more comfortable talking about dress codes rather than volcanoes and wars, though. Some manner of middle ground is possible.

"I had two older sisters, and one younger. I have more than paid my dues in terms of allowing other people to do things to my hair."