There's a striking contrast between the calm Roland settles into as he sinks further down into the pool versus his eyes suddenly flying open again, an offended expression masking over him like a storm cloud. He folds his arms over his chest tightly, loosening the towel over his head. If this was any other man, it might even look funny. But he turns to Tidus as if the young man actually did Roland dirty that one has to wonder where this annoyance was coming from...

...Thankfully, it's not a question left unanswered for very long.

"Hey." He says, sitting up a bit straighter. "I'll have you know that outside of this body, I've aged rather gracefully." Roland frowns deeply, almost to the point where he looks like he wasn't about to let up until the matter is put to bed. "Among my constituents, I've still got a full head of hair, and I haven't even thought of dyeing it back to black, not once. Now those chemicals would increase my chances of hair loss and balding!"

To his defense, he was a president who traveled extensively from coast to coast, country to country, to strike peace deals and treatises left to right. He wasn't being vain. But he can't deny that he always needed to leave a good first impression, and so what if he's ingrained that into his daily habits outside of work? It's normal! They should be keeping note of these, while they're still both naturally spry!