Handling a straight edge. They're going outta fashion in my time, so a lot of guys just use safety razors.

[He picks up the razor and opens it with a precise flick of the wrist so he can wash both the blade and his hands clean. He lets the flat of the blade rest against his palm for a moment, warming it up.]

If you train Jack, just make sure you don't get on his bad side.

[He uses a light touch to indicate the way Eugene should tilt his head.] You want a twenty-degree angle on the blade. Don't use a lot of pressure. I'll do the first pass for you, and then you can take over the rest, huh?

[When he gets to work, he's careful to keep the movement of the razor smooth and regular, the touch of his fingers indicating both which way he wants Eugene to move and where the blade will fall next.]

Pepper is one hell of a lady. I must've hit on her a whole five minutes after I got here. She shot me down, but we ended up being good friends so I can't say I've got any regrets there, either.

So, what happened on Valentines? I'll swear to take it to my grave if you want.

[He lifts the blade away from Eugene's neck so he can talk, and raises an eyebrow at him in the mirror.]