I'm comparing your beard to a dog's.

[ which still doesn't explain if it's an insult or not but that's just how she likes it.

taking advantage of him being turned towards her she takes a step closer and lightly combs her fingers through the tawny strands fallen over his eyes. meanwhile the scissors draws closer still, till she's tracing a line down the side of his jaw with its blunted edge. ]

Anyway, I can't work miracles. But I'm sure I can take a little off the top just fine.