Usually he would have the nymphs come up and help him with his hair, considering he had so much hair and more than one person would make it quick and easy to maintain. But.. he was in a bad mood now. He couldn't stand seeing anyone without the subtle threat of wanting to drown them or throw them into a whirlpool. You came along to drop off his meals, but saw him struggling with a brush in hand and a frustrated expression on his face. He noticed your entrance and quickly pulled away, hiding his embarrassment

“What do you need?..”