"I won't mind," Cougar says, rubbing a palm over Jake's head to promise that he would like it just as much as ever. He shifts the bowl of water onto the bed cautiously, running the razor through it as he gets a bit of a lather going, both hands working to get it into Jake's beard. "You are still a lumberjack, inside," he says, tapping on Jake's chest, near where his heart is.

He nods at Jake, telling him to tip his head back to look up at the ceiling. "Up," he instructs, intending to start with the neck. He's using a more modern version, but even if he had a straightrazor, he could do this without flinching -- even as tired as he currently is.