"I had to darken it when we went north to Nevarra- it was far too close to the Antivan Border for my comfort." He leaned back against Michel, eyes drifting closed even as he remained quiet comfortably awake and aware. "It was not the only change I made- I curled it and spent the entire time disguised as a woman."

Which- he did not think Michel had seen him dressed so, nor had any inkling such a thing were possible with how intimately aware he was of Zevran's masculinity. "The Red was for a job, something for an Orlesian Noble that had a particular taste for them."