He's never been a fan of people touching his mohawk. It's his power. It's his essence. He didn't even let his own mother touch his hair. It really said something that he actually liked when Rachel messed with his hair. Maybe he was growing or some sappy shit like that?

"It takes two to make a baby, Berry." He paused and frowned. "Unless you're one of those old chicks who freezes their baby maker crap for a rainy day. Or when they buy a dudes sperm. Then it kinda takes one." He was getting a little off track. "My point is you--" He pointed down at her. "were totally all over little Pucksaurus."