Sage chuckled slightly in response to her comment about makeup, shaking his head very slightly. "There's no one else around. It's probably up for grabs," he mused. Then he threw an amused look over his shoulder. "Why? Have you got a makeup stach hidden somewhere," he teased before nodding. "yup," he chirped to her, lasping into the silence that had happened willingly enough. He felt a sort of thrill move down his spine when he felt her tilt his chin up...maybe it was becasue he kept himself well guarded, so his vulnerable points like his throat and the spot on his jaw where it would be easier to have a knockout hit were hard to reach, and he was just sitting here, letting her move him into a vulnerable position. It would be incredibly easy to kill him if she wanted to...she had her knife right up against his neck. He knew she wouldn't hurt him...and he had to admit it was nice to be able to be in a vulnerable position and not be worried about soemthing happening. He liked the feeling of having to trust her this much. Which was really weird, but not necissarily unwelcome. He let out a willing hum though, the little bump on his throat vibrating softly against the back of her hand before she'd moved it away again, his heart continuing to beat faster when he felt her breath swirl around his neck as she breathed. He was enjoying himself though, and he was more than happy to sort of just relax there for her. He could feel her body heat, as they were quite close, and it was surprisingly nice. He'd missed having another body around, even if it was just for comfort's sake.

"Shhhh, you weren't supposed to catch on. It's mine, you can't have any." T joked, pressing her finger lightly to her lips before he steadied again. She paused the movement of her hand at the faint vibration that came from his throat, pleasantly surprised by the reaction. She brushed her fingers softly, deliberately against the movement in his throat as she withdrew her hand. After, continued her gentle movements, slowly matching the hair the on sides of his head to the length she had established on the back. It was almost surprising how docile he was in her arms, how utterly passive he was to her closeness. The vulnerability was refreshing, but it made it very faintly hard to focus on simply cutting his hair. She set a hand on his opposite shoulder as she finished the right side of his head, swiping her fingers through his hair, softly using her nails again as she brushed the excess hair away. She gently transitioned to kneel in front of him after, sliding past him gracefully to get there.

Sage chuckled lightly in response to her comment about the makeup, having to force himself to keep breathing when her fingers ran along his throat. He was pretty content to just sit there though....it just felt nice, he supposed. Especially when he felt her nails on his head again. He had to stop himself from quite literally leaning into it, and he threw an amused glance at Lucifer. No wonder the dog likes it so much. He could feel his heart speed up when she moved to settle in front of him....they were still so close. She was warm, and he couldn't help but notice how good she smelled....almost like she was wearing perfume . He knew she probably wasn't, given the circumstances, but still. He decided to focus on her hair, which had fallen over her shoulder, rather than look up and into her face. He wasn't sure he could handle that much. She was practically on his lap, and he didn't want to do anything....stupid with her so close.

T shifted to get closer to him, lifting her hand to gently tilt his head up. She watched his face for a moment too long before she lifted her gaze to his hair, lifting it and working to get it the way she wanted. After a few minutes of increasing frustrated silence, she let out a huff and shifted even closer, placing herself practically in his lap. It seemed to make her job easier, and she cut his hair to the length She seemed to like it, finally satisfied. After a bit of cleaning up She brushed her fingers gently across his chest to swipe away his fallen hair, setting her dagger to the side and raising her hands to set them on either side of his head. She evaluated him silently for a few moments, her hands relatively still as she cupped his face.

Sage was rather surprised when she moved even closer, not sure that was even possible. Apparently it was though, because she'd definitely gotten closer. He felt a light blush form on his face, and sort of hoped she'd be focused on his hair and not the color on his cheeks. He let her move him around as sh pleased though, not minding what she was doing at all. When she was done though, he did note that she didn't move away much, which he sort of appreciated. His face definitely reddeded more when she ran her hands along his chest and then cupped his face, fingers along his jaw line. He sort of just peered back at her, watching her face closely, as there's wast much else he could see.

T smiled softly at his redness, watching him and holding his gaze for a few moments. She slid a hand up to run her fingers through his hair, offering him a soft smile. "You look good." She said quietly, slipping out of his lap and running her fingertips off his jaw.

Sage was glad she didn't mention the blush, though she was staring straight at his face by then, so there was no way she didn't notice it. He gave her a grin in response to her comment though, admittedly a bit disappointed that she'd backed off once she moved. The air seemed rather cold without her being there. He brought his chin back down though and gave her a grin. "I'll have to take your word for it," he chuckled lightly, running his fingers through the new haircut before shaking all the cut hair into a pile and moving to shove it out of the cave.

"Well, I'm the one who has to look at you every day. I personally think you look very attractive with your hair like that. And not just because I cut it." T joked, watching him move lightly. She laid down where he had been sitting, just watching him leave and waiting for him to come back. "Does it feel alright, though?" She asked lightly, her eyes lingering on his hair as if she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it.

Sage chuckled lightly in response to her comment and nodded. "I suppose that's true. I can't have your eyes bleeding because my hair looks so bad, now can we," he teased her lightly as he made his way back to plop down next to her. He stayed somewhat close this time, now knowing she was comfortable with it. And, well, it was nice. He nodded in response to her question, giving her a grin. "It's great," he noted. Then he chuckled and added "thanks," as an after thought. "I hadn't noticed it had gotten so bad," he mused. "I feel better now that I think about it," he admitted.

"No, you can't. That would make hoth my life and yours very miserable." T chuckled, stretching out and watching him with bright eyes as he laid beside her. She shifted to settle on her side, propping her head up with her hand and setting her palm on the floor. She offered him a pleased smile at his answer, looking happy just because he was satisfied. "Good. I'm glad you like it." She grinned, shifting ever so slightly to bring her gaze to the ceiling, observing it.