he lets you paint his nails and dares step out of the house in them.
it was so well done, the toenails went green with envy
he still entrusts his image styling to you, so long as it's behind doors, and there's no way these photos are gonna leak out.
"namo amituofo. i hail from tibet"
"the forty thieves are in changi prison, left only me"
he starts to resist your efforts to make him look good. he starts needing reassurance.
"trust me, you look like a star"
he stops resisting. and obliges willingly to your every whim.
"make my death quick"
girls, be patient. you can get him to reach stage 4 one day, if you persist.