"Perfect." He laughs as Rufus lets that next button loose ad nods his approval. Couldn't have chosen better himself. Who the fuck invented buttons, anyway? Just leave them all undone! Who has time for this shit? The hair, though... oh, no. Uh-uh. "We gotta do something about your hair. You got hairspray, or somethin'?"

Fuck it. He'll look for that later. He steps in front of Rufus and starts carding his hands through his hair, gently at first and then a bit more vigorously to really ruffle that shit and ruin the part, stroking it all back from his face. It won't stay without something to hold it, and by god if he has to he'll use egg whites, but there's no denying Rufus will look sexy with his hair pushed back. He holds it in place with one hand and steps away from the mirror for Rufus to see. "How 'bout that, hottie?"