[Why? Because Perona wants to test the limits of her extremely good luck, and this little change in Smoker's behavior. That, and she knows he hates it and she can make him a worthless, sobbing wreck on the floor if anything does happen to occur. She's pretty confident it won't, but she can never be too sure. Of course there is that inkling feeling that she's giving him too good a chance here, but Perona's sure Smoker wouldn't actually hurt her.

And he's proving to be a good servant, so she leans her body into the brush, her neck tilting to one side to follow the pattern, eyes closed. The brush does snag here and there, but it's only on some small knots. He's listened to her command very well, and is being gentle. Good thing, too...Perona wasn't joking when she said she'd command him to throw himself in the river.]

Don't forget to comb out the ends. [It is going to take a while, what with how slow Smoker is going, and how much damn hair the girl has, but she doesn't say anything just yet. She's going to milk his torment for a while longer. Though, after a good twenty minutes, her feet start to hurt from standing and Perona waves her hands.] That's enough, I can do the rest. You're such a good servant, Smoker~! If only you were cuter, then I may think about keeping you.