Hey, that's great. Getting range of motion and everything. Just take it slow, right?

[He gives another swat around his head, looking put upon.]

I've just got hands fucking with my hair. Less disturbing, more annoying. That's all-- right now, at least.

[Yeah, the usual Soldier doesn't give a shit about its hair, as long as it's not accidentally eating it. The Sergeant cares a little bit more. He's also really trying to avoid telling Aziraphale what's actually going on, but if the angel keeps pushing, he's not sure he'll be able to manage. He's not the Soldier, but some of that conditioning still runs deep, and they do share the same brain.]