[He was almost finished, watching as G-E-R-S disappeared under the swell of blood from the point of the razor. He was almost close to humming to himself, to keep the matter at hand personal as it always was. There was something definitely disturbing his moment though, making the whole process feel... unsettled. No, more like sacrilegious, which was a vile sensation.

Yeah, he couldn't help but pause in his work and twist when the door opened, prepared to tell Rollins to toss off. He froze when the legend Captain America seemed to be inspecting his arm, and his mouth went dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth for a longer than necessary moment.

The guy looked better in person than in the photos. There was a sharp contrast, like previously he had been viewing it through dirty glass.

And what a position he had just been caught in, but he was a high-class agent. He pressed the paper towel to the wound he had made and considered his options. It was probably better to make this awkward and drive the guy away and then they would have a shameful moment to laugh over later.]

Ah, this is awkward. [He grinned, playing it cool even if he just couldn't stop staring at the guy. What the hell was wrong with him?] Mission briefing pubes shaving is not how I like to be caught, but here we are. Do you... need to sit down or something?