For a lack of a better term, he's obsessed.

The way you look at him, how your fingers feel as they run through his hair, the sound of your laugh as it floats in through his ears and resonates in his mind...god, he just can't get enough of you.

In the mirror, he's focused on your reflection, not his own. You wanted to play in his hair, and he'd never say no to you.

"Almost done?" He asks, he's not impatient, but he's bound to fall asleep at how gentle your fingers feel in his hair.