"Ow!" Dominique's head snapped back as the brush pulled free. "Give me that," she snapped as she grabbed it from his hand and began to work at the ends in quick, short strokes, eventually moving up towards her roots. Once it was free from the worst of it's snags, she handed the brush back. "There. Think you can do your process without ripping chunks of my hair out?"
"And Merlin's left sock? Can't you think of better swears than that?"