[His eyebrows scrunch up, and he's finally moving his hand elsewhere - to play with her hair, of cousre. Because Louis is nothing if not very tactile when he's allowed to be.]

... I can't say I relate; if I'm going to style my hair, then I will, and even a rush won't stop me.
But then again, it's something I take a lot of joy in. As I'm sure you can imagine.

[Not allowed to do it himself while he was alive, so he's taken to it pretty readily now that he's dead.]

Regardless - this does seem very useful for styles that would require cutting it. There are so many I could never try, as that'd require going at my hair with scissors, and, well -
No.