"I don't have time for this," Sub-Zero grumbled, but obediently laid his head on your lap.

Suppressing a grin, so as not to annoy him even more, you picked up a comb, starting to slowly comb his long hair. He, diligently, pretending as if he did not like this occupation, frowned.

"And let's hurry up. I still have a lot to do," he added coldly, closing his eyes.