"Maybe a hat would work to steady it..." Hirsch went off into a fit of muttering to himself as he dug through the many hats that were available among the rest of his clothing.

While he was searching, though, he heard Vince speak. "...I do owe him, yes. It's not often I accept customers so readily without knowing their full-on intentions, first, or invite them into my home for that matter," he hummed, digging through his hats vigorously. "He saved my life when I was very young. He and my father got along very well. I, ah...I was out taking a walk one day. Enemies of my father snatched me up, kidnapped me. It was your uncle who found me--he saw it happen and went chasing after them. He found me a few days later, though. It was not pleasant being held captive by those men."

He wrinkled his nose slightly before pulling out a simple black beanie, holding it out to Vince. "This should work. It's tight."

Vincent was silent as Hirsch moved around, and accepted the hat, jamming it unto his head. "Much better, I think." He stated as he viewed himself in the mirror.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. My uncle is just a bit...strange. I wasn't sure if you were a part of his...uhm....customer base, I suppose you could say." He tucked a strand of the wig hair back into the beanie, glancing at the other male. It was hard to picture Hirsch being anyone's captive. Much more likely for the male to wrap others around a finger. "So, er....anything else."