[Crowley shucking his outer garments distracts Aziraphale for several long moments. What was he doing again? Oh, right, the coconut oil. He pulls out the container and places it on the vanity, switching it for the brush. His gaze flicks up to mirror above the sink, glancing at his own hair in response to the compliment.]

Well... the truth is I don't have to do much of anything. I only go to the barber for the experience.

[He turns and smiles at Crowley, waving the brush in his hand.] Ready, my dear?