Tycho laughed as Ford told him that he couldn't picture him with a beard. "Do you not think it would suit me? I could stroke it when I am thinking as one does a cat. Would it not make me look wise?" Though he had tried growing a beard once but it had not quite worked. Likely because he had been all but thirteen at the time. "What about long hair that flows all the way down to my ankles?" Though in this instance, he did not personally want to know what that would look like with his mass of curls. Though maybe the weight would make it more wavy than curly? He had no idea, maybe he would try to find out after all.
