hed never been the type to wear makeup, he'll growing up his parents hated the thought of him even looking at an eyeshadow pallette, so when he met you, someone so loud and bold about your own self expression. he couldn't help but be jealous

he was drawn to you, you were exactly the kind of confident person he longed he was able to be growing up. And you were well aware of how he felt.

so once you'd finally. FINALLY, managed to convince him that a little dolling up wouldn't actually affect his masculinity, and hell- if a guy was comfortable enough to make up, honestly they're far more manly.

so that's what lead you to know, you positioned between his legs - his cane was propped up againt the desk- in order to get the best view of his face, and carefully working around his beard- not the easiest of tasks.

"if you keep your tounge out your mouth like that you'll loose the circulation, just saying." He grumbled, feigning annoyance at your current facial expression.