Slater nodded, almost laughing but that would ruin the masterpiece which was foamed-mush-Slater. Taking the razor, fine silver and not a scratch upon it, barely used he might add - he sighed ever so slightly before putting the blade to his skin, nipping away at the sides of his cheeks as the 'burns were the first to go. Little by little the hair came off, and he washed the razor thoroughly before starting on the next bit.
It wasn't so bad at first - the change was barely noticeable and he was still rather lathery. It was when he finally began chipping away at the old tache that he thought it was slightly odd...