It wouldn't exactly be hard to push Face over that edge - cow smell or no. Not in the mood he's in.

He's quick to scrub the shampoo through his hair, lathering up a whole lot faster than he would were he not absolutely certain it wouldn't really matter what it came out looking like.

"I'm secure enough in my masculinity I could totally go for some rocky road and... uh... I've got some choice words about a corporal who shall remain nameless for the sake of a slumber party."