He grits his teeth and lets out a low groan…

“Ow… y’know, I love what yer doin’ to me and all…” he pauses and narrows his eyes a bit, “…but watch your hand when yer givin’ someone a damn makeover—I’m made of metal, but I’ve still got some sensitivity.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flask, giving himself a small sip before offering it to you. “Y’know… I’d be the first to admit, the bows make me look a lot more dashing than usual… but this pink one here…” he gestures to the bow atop the top of his white hair, “might be a little overkill.”