{Victorious, Vincent slides out of bed and quickly makes his way to the bathroom, gathering the brush. He pauses a moment more to right his appearance somewhat - as well as splashing some water on his face - before he returns.}

If I am the death of a Grim Reaper, that will be something else! {He sits back on the bed and gently draws Undertaker's hair into his grip. Once it is resting against the man's back, he begins to brush in careful strokes.}

Rachel used to go on and on about your pretty hair too. I don't think she would have passed up this opportunity either. {He grins at the offer.} You have done enough for me. I can make us something to eat.

{Hopefully? He thinks he remembers how to cook.}