"I wonder why you thought I should like to put on his makeup," Henry said, giving Allaster a curious look before glancing down at the wig and lip rouge in his hands. Shaking off his previous melancholy, he stepped in front of Charlie, where his height allowed him to work without getting in the way of Charlie's undressing or anyone else's decorative contributions. Without waiting for Charlie to finish stripping, he put the wig on the initiate's head, straightening it and arranging the curls around Charlie's face until he was satisfied that the effect was suitably feminine.
That done, Henry opened the tin of lip rouge and dabbed some on his finger. "Pucker up," he said, and holding Charlie's face by the chin to keep it still, he drew his finger across Charlie's lips. Dabbing more rouge on his finger, he made a second pass and then a third, getting Charlie's lips as red as possible. He may have gone a little outside the lines of Charlie's lips, but all in all, by the time he was done, he figured he'd done pretty well for a man who, having come from proper stock and being uninterested in prostitutes, didn't actually know any women who wore the stuff.
"Absolutely lovely," he declared and put the lid back on the rouge. As he went off to look for something to wipe the dye off his finger, he couldn't help but glance at John's expression, a bit worried that their leader would go off on Charlie again. Henry'd tried to do it as clinically as possible, but he hadn't minded touching Charlie's lips and, other than the rouge part, he didn't expect that Charlie had minded much either.