Trillen doubted her words, but gave a small smile anyway. He doubt he would ever be treated that kindly. The slave didn't say anything though as that would be bursting Kate's bubble. Maybe from her it would be true and for that one exception he wouldn't rain on her parade so to speak. Sitting down in the plush chair, he squirmed for a moment before getting comfortable. It wasn't long before the smell of the shaving cream came to his nose. It smelled like soap and something else. Some kind of spice that Lord Draco didn't have and thus he couldn't name. It smelled nice so he wasn't about to complain about it. The scratch scratch sound of the razor was soon heard and he closed his eyes and willed himself to relax. Kate wouldn't hurt him. He doubted if her hand would even slip enough for a cut. That didn't mean he wanted to watch her bring that razor sharp blade close to his face. He would keep his eyes closed until she was done.<br/><br/>Hearing her speak, he opened them and look at his reflection in the mirror. Rubbing over his now shorter beard, he heard the light rasp coming from it. "Looks good to me Kate. Though now I want to twirl my fingers through the mustache like how I hear the bard sing about."