Really? It sounds like you've got good friends. I'm glad.

[Once Enkidu has sat down, it becomes even more obvious how long their hair is. Noah can think of a couple people who'd be jealous of their ability to grow and maintain such long, healthy hair.

Noah pulls the ends of their hair onto his lap and starts at the bottom, combing his fingers through those long strands and gently working out any knots he comes across.]

You don't need to go to all that trouble, but I wouldn't mind it. [A beat.] You're Enkidu, right? I saw your plaque.