You can always get it touched up later. Or whatever. Rock the potentially slightly asymmetrical do-up I'm about to give you.

[ Hey, hey, it's fine. It was an offer, not an informed statement as to what would be happening. He'd told her closer to himself but one: he's supposed to be putting her down, and two: he's probably been doing that enough as it is and doesn't want to hurt her. ] Shh, no worries, I can handle whatever you throw at me, that's half the point. Sparing your discomfort, or something, shows what I get trying to be aware of feelings. Here, just sit tight for a second, listen to the - uh - water or, hey, I'll just keep talking. Towels are there, gotta get everything else within reach. Ish. How 'bout them... Dodgers? Mets? It's baseball for that, right? I could just say Giants, I think that's two sports in one stone anyway.