Well, I'm not long out of my teens. Only twenty. And never be sorry for that! It just means my excellent genes are showing. No gray hair for me.

Yeah? You don't look twelve to me.

[He's used to that, with his girl BFF. Kitty may be not much younger than him, but she kind of looks twelve.]

Tsk, Simon. Giving away blond secrets. Well, I guess it's okay, since you're a fellow blond.

...but also, still no bleach here.