He almost even likes looking at it now, because it reminds him of his Zichen. It doesn't bother him at all, now, for his hand to be pressed against his husband's soft cheek, and he rubs that hand's thumb over precious features.

He grins at the idea of thousands of years with this man and kisses that sweet smile. "Just a start," he chirps cheerfully.

But for someone else to brush his hair for him...yes. He melts with a sigh, eyes fluttering closed as he enjoys the pampering. It's made even better when Zichen's done by those arms wrapping around him. He leans against his husband, snuggling in and tucks his face to the strong shoulder.

"My husband can do anything he wants."