"Knowing you, half of the favours would be things like 'go to sleep at a reasonable hour', so I think I'd survive that." Hartley turned around and took the gloves off, studying his hands to inspect the new burns he'd gotten. Occupational hazard and none of them looked like they needed any further attention, so he would still count this as mostly successful.

"My hair's fine." It was an automatic response, before he even looked up to meet James' eyes. "I don't care what it looks like."