He sits in a chair in the big bathroom while he watches you rummage through your things, pulling everything out. He finally agrees to letting you do your skincare routine on him. Despite trying to act like the tough mafia underboss he was, a small blush on his cheeks gave away the fact he was looking forward to your delicate touches to his face once you start this. He just loves you so much. His hat and gloves are currently off, somewhere in your shared bedroom.