[Eridan scowls.] I can manage bleachin' my hair just fuckin' fine, thanks, but if you screwwed up - an' yeah, I'm insinuatin' you're incompetent - an' my face gets burned off or all my hair falls out, I wwant you there so I can make you pay.

[Juuuust gonna grab the sleeve of your coat. C'mon, Holmes, let's go have girl talk while Eridan does his hair.]