His eyes said the words that his lips would not, gazing intently at a greater deeper beauty than that which could be removed or altered by something as simplistic as clothing or a hair style. 
Finally after letting a small moment pass as he watched her with a playful amusement, he casually spoke.

"Or maybe... You could always go something a little more Edwardian, maybe a top knot, a little volume and some curls." 

He gently teases, seemingly a mere distraction as he smoothly slides behind her and his fingers find every tense muscle and point of pressure within her neck and shoulders.
Before she can object, firm slow subtle motions begin to drain away every stress and worry of the day.

His breath washed around her ear but no words were heard.

"Headaches again?" He asks with a hint of sympathy and concern.