Sam leaned back in the chair, watching the barber with half-closed eyes.
"What can I do for you today?" the man asked in a jocular tone.
"Just a shave," Sam answered lazily.
The man nodded and turned away to get the shaving cream and razor. "Nothing like a nice, relaxing shave to start the day off right."
Sam grunted an agreement, watching as the man picked up the razor, then dropped it with a hiss of pain.
Rising swiftly, Sam scooped up his silver razor and bared his teeth in a soulless grin. "Sorry, I'm gonna need this back. Playtime."