Blade and you were in the spaceship where you, him, Kafka and Silver Wolf lived.

You stared at Blade and asked him. "Can I touch your hair?"

He, as expected, said with a serious, cold and annoyed tone. "No."

After that, you decided to want to ask Kafka. To your surprise, Blade held your wrist so you wouldn't leave and said. "You can touch my hair... but don't get your hopes up." said Blade, as cold as ever.