Macaque and bow

You're a Macaque girl. You have been dating him for half a year. And Macaque thought that during this time he knew you well, learned all your desires. But no, one day you decided to braid his hair into a bow.
The macaque hissed for a long time, ran away for a long time, but soon gave up.
Now the Macaque sits in the lotus position and growls while you weave his hair into a pink bow.
"And how could I surrender to your cute eyes?" he mutters under his breath.