you walk past him and he stops you with his hand on your shoulder

"Is this how one should present themselves hmm?"

He pulls out a brush, tidies and fixes up your hair

turns you towards him

"Ooooh for junipers sake...*

He tightens up your clothes, fixes it up all nice and neat, gets those creases out

"These ornaments are not my first choice, but to each their own I suppose."

You're all cleaned up and such, lookin' good

"I trust you can do this on your own from now on?"