Rae can't help but roll his eyes at Chris and his words. He just stretches out on the bed, and lets out a soft sigh. He feels like he could sleep for another five hours and he wouldn't mind. He turns his head a bit, before he looks at the other man. "Stop that," he says with a frown, before he sighs again. "I am not a fox." This is certainly not what he signed up for, but on the other hand this entire 'adventure back to the Viking age' wasn't something he signed up for either. “I didn’t ask to be ginger and you have no black dye for my hair,” he sighs. He has to suffer the ginger roots, which in his opinion looks stupid compared to the rest of his hair which is pitch black. His eyebrows are also starting to go back to their original color. As much as he hates it, there isn’t much to do.