"… I’d rather be thorough than fast, but considering things—" Such as Saguru’s nonchalance towards Kuroba. "—I’ll be quick."
Not that being quick made him any less thorough. He did the basic procedures of patting down the sides, torso, hips and legs, keeping the gestures as impersonal as possible. No use in looking like he was fondling the thief, after all. Repeating them a second time except in the opposite direction, he paused at the shoulders before giving him a skeptical look.
"As a general question, how much hair spray is in that head of yours before I touch it?"
Kaito resisted the urge to shudder as he was poked and prodded. Ugh. He hated searches, even when he had nothing to hide. Or, at least, nothing to hide on his person.
Who the hell knew where he kept his materials.
“You think I need hair gel for this?” Kaito snorted. “No, perfection only comes from natural bed hair.”