Karkaroff turned his head this way and that, examining his handiwork in the chipped mirror above the bathroom sink. Too short? Too pointy? Not curly enough? Better twirl it once more, just to be on the safe side.
Another minute of careful labor passed. Again he leaned over the sink, scrutinizing himself, stopping only to charm away some faint grime from the mirror. He stepped back, admiring the new goatee's full effect on his countenance, and could not subdue a smirk. A finger wound through it carefully, giving it one last tug.
Damn. If that wasn't sexy, then what was?