Bossy only begins to scratch the surface. He's hot and irritable and awake, which is bad for anyone. For a sniper with lightly concealed trauma issues, it could mean a powder-keg going off, but his control is tightly held. Maybe too tightly, but as he swings one leg to the other side of Jake, straddling him as he perches on the edge of the bed, he thinks that Jake shouldn't be insulting his boyfriend when he's wielding scissors.

"Yes," he agrees, a deadpan. "I'm the worst. I'm going to cut your hair and make you sweat less. I'm very awful. Worse than any demon you could meet," he finishes in Spanish, making the first few cuts before Jake can open his mouth and he gets the inevitable reply.