"Well most people get weirded out when this happens." Zach chuckled a little as he let his head roll forward off of its place on his shoulder and down into his awaiting hands, just about at the center of his chest. "Most people tend to view this as a turn off. The people who don't, tend to get ideas pretty quickly." He lifted adjusted the height so that he was eye level with the blonde and continued to speak and shifting the head around for mild comedic affect. "Believe it or not, this has gotten me into and out of some situations over the years." He thought back to various points in his life where being headless was either quite useful, or caused him quite a headache.

There was the time when he was kidnapped by a competitor and 'beheaded'. That was always a fun story to tell newbies to the company, or the time where he was mostly relaxing and got his head knocked off by some shrapnel from an nearby IED explosion during his NATO time, and one of the other soldiers lost her voice screaming at the sight and tried to look for the pieces of his noggin, which thankfully was fully intact. He got off with a concussion, but the doc said if it weren't for the fact his head came off with the force, it probably would have had enough resistance to just carry on through his helmet. Poor girl demanded to hold onto his head every time they traveled together in a truck until they parted ways.

Or the time that he tempted fate and actually crossed a bridge in his hometown as a kid and some tourist who wasn't paying attention knocked his head into a river while trying to point out some obscure landmark, if his cousin hadn't been there that day he'd probably had drowned on dry land there and then. He shrugged as he shook the old memories from his mind for the moment and focused back on the present. "And yes, as long as you promise not to drop me, you can hold my head for a bit if you want. People ask that a lot."