He frowns at your sad, pouting face. He doesn't want to see you so upset but he has to shave his beard.

"Meine Liebe...Please, don't be sad." He pleads softly as he tries to focus on his reflection in the mirror. But he can still see your mournful expression over his beloved facial hair in the mirror as you sit on the toilet.

He appreciates the dedication to your crusade to protect his beard but he really needs to shave.