Michel completely ignored her protests, focusing on the hair and avoiding her attempts to steal the comb from him. From his point of view he was making progress, so her complaints were easily pushed aside. And he was getting through some of the knots, even if she lost a bit of hair in the process. Whatever tiny bit was accidently pulled out would easily grow back. It wasn't like he was making and bald spots.
He paused briefly, realizing that he was contradicting himself again. He couldn't help but be contradictory by nature and what he was telling her was the way he was used to living. If someone told him there was something he couldn't do, then he would do it. There were more pointless challenges to himself than he could count. Her hair being the newest addition tot he list. "I'd suggest you listen or I'll push you out the window when it comes to me, but fuck everyone else. What have they done for you?" He couldn't tell her not to listen to him, because who knew where that would lead. In fact, her not taking his advice had caused them both permanent injury. Everyone else, however, was disposable.
"There's always another option! If I was a woman I'd just pretend to be a man to get my way. Or at least use my gender to my advantage."