You enter the bathroom to see Price infront of the mirror, razor in hand. He looks dead concentrated, frowning at his reflection, his face pressed against the glass.

“Darling? Could you help me trim my beard and moustache?” He asked, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He held out the razor for you.

“I just feel it’s getting a bit too long.. and grey..” He mumbled, seemingly a little self conscious that he was only in his late 30’s and already getting grey hairs.