"Alright, now, I draw the line at nail paintin'," he replied, almost twisting around to look at her before he remembered that she was braiding his hair, and he probably shouldn't do anything that might mess it up. "Pillow fights, sure. Romantic comedies... alright, sure, if you really want. But no makeup, of any sort, aye? S'bad enough I have t'wear this." He tugged at one of the bra straps through his shirt. "Besides, if I let you paint my nails an' all that, an' Jack were t'hear about it? I'd never live it down."