This is, in fact, spoiling him. Jesus settles easily into the attention and even though the little snags don't even really hurt he's happy enough for the scalp rubs after. He cracks an eye open at the mention of shaving it off, speculating.

"Samson," is all he mumbles at first, like it answers everything. Then after a lengthy pause, he continues. "Besides, you'd look fine with shorter hair. I mean it when I say I look twelve without all of this. It's not a good look."

But it's joking, really. He shifts one hand though, running fingers through Daryl's hair once before settling them to rub just below the nape of his neck, thumb pressing in at pressure points idly. Slow.