Dante let go of his hair, though not without mussing it up a little, first.

If Ezra was a piece of art, Dante was the kind of guy who liked doodling mustaches on those for fun. Though it was remarkably hard to mess Ezra up.

"Oh, I remember that," he said, shoving his fingers in a little more roughly. "Really have a way of inspiring me to return the favor, too."