(massage? he's never done that before but dang it he'll try if she asks him to)

I'm gonna blow you. ... ... ... That doesn't sound right.

"... Don't laugh at me." He muttered in his gravelly voice, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you want to smell like wet dog or not?!"

"Uh, I've... never tried?" He crossed his arms, looking at her. "I could try though."

With that, he turned on the fan, it's power surprising him! This felt more like a leaf blower than a hair dryer! But, it WAS built for the furred residents of hell... He pointed the jet stream of air at her face!

"..." He quietly slinked behind her, getting ready for it. "Where is it?"

It was pretty rare to hear Prospero laugh, but he couldn't help but try to stifle a little snicker after she was all dry. "You look like a cotton ball."

"Yeah, I can try. Maybe you should lay down? That'd make it easier."

He dug through his pocket before pulling out one of those switchblade combs. Opening it and seeing it was actually just a real knife he tossed it before pulling out a second, handing it to her. "Not the best for uh. Fur."

He looked down at it, and began picking all the purple fur out of between the tines. "Yeah, no problem..."

"Nah, it's cool. I barely use this thing anyway." He gestures to his thick white dreadlocks. "You can actually just like, have it if you want."

"How else am I supposed to do this?" He huffed, before petting his hands just below her shoulder blades. He knows kinda what is supposed to happen, you just rub it right? Or something. Using his hands, he delicately started pressing on her back. That wasn't gonna do anything!

"Thanks- I do them myself. Hair stylist, you know?" Sure he worked at a shitty hair salon ran by an old bastard that wasn't very good at barbering, but dang it he was trying to do his best with things.

"... I'm very tall for an imp." 6'1"!

"Yeah, if you come in I'd do your hair. I give the cleanest cuts in imp city." One couldn't see his mouth, but his eyes were smiling. "I usually do guy haircuts, but I'd give you a shot."

He huffed again, before really digging in, his hands surprisingly strong! He went at it for a few seconds, really getting into that deep tissue, until he popped the problematic spot! His hands instantly shot back, it startling him, and was unsure if he'd done something wrong.

"You are one dirty hyena. Yeah, I'd give you a haircut. I ain't trying to get murdered by some girls boyfriend."

"Oh, that was... good? Do you want me to keep going?" His hands rested onto her back idly.