-Michael only allows two people to touch his hair. Ms Mead, and you. -Younger Michael is uncomfortable with being pawed at, he merely tolerates it because he likes to make you happy.
-Older Michael loves the attention. He's constantly flicking his hair over his shoulder, making it swish when he walks, etc. when he knows you're watching him.
-When you ask him what he does to make his hair look like that, he replies "It's just like this, darling."
-Satan may deliberately ignore his son at his most desperate times of need, but at least he was gracious enough to have blessed him with perfect hair. -Sometimes he'll give you the honor of brushing those golden locks.
-Only the finest brush will do, you don't know where Michael found this thing but the handle was gold and the brush had to have been hundreds of dollars. (Is that his name engraved in the handle???)
-He instructs you to start at the ends, not the roots, until all the tangles are worked out. There aren't many because Michael is perfect.
-You work slowly and gently, trying not to harm him. He sits casually in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, watching you like a King would watch his servant. -To your horror, you feel the brush roughly snag on a small knot by his scalp.You practically wince for him.
-Before you get the chance to apologize, he sharply grabs your wrist squeezing it tight as the expensive brush falls at his feet.
-You could cut through the tension with a knife as Michael's eyes are fixed forward, looking at you impatiently through the mirror. -"F-forgive me, Michael! It was an accident! I'll be more careful-"
-Ignoring you, he simply orders "Pick it up. Now."
-You nod quickly and walk around his seat as his intense glacial stare follows you. His ringed fingers tap at the arms of the leather chair while he watches you awkwardly bend over in front of him.
-As you're trying to grab the brush from underneath his feet, he harshly drags you up by your hair and throws you over his lap, pinning you down with his elbow shoved into your back.
-"I'll teach you to exercise more cation for me, Y/n." His free hand absently rubs your ass as you squirm in his lap.