At least he can take solace in the fact that this Balthazar is still very much Balthazar. "Maybe I dye my ha—ow!"

And for that, Horvath gets a halfhearted Look. "There are many things he's trained out of me, but I'm still not a fan of things like blood or pain. No matter how many hairs he yanks out of my head..."

He rubs the sore spot with a frown, mumbling. "Reasons why I will never get anything waxed..."

He really doesn't know how Drake does it.