Nobody readily came to mind so far as naked mutinying was concerned. And Rikku's question kind of managed to jolt him to that other topic entirely.

"I been growin' out that ponytail since forever," he said. And he mostly wasn't pouting, too. Mostly.

Not really.

It was a pretty blatant pout.

"And it stinks like a sonofabitch." He turned around a little. "How bad is it?"

What wasn't burned clean off was singed quite nicely. The joys of being grabbed by a god whose hand was on fire.