The king did not complain but went along. Shivering a bit as his hair was being colored and cut, he remained quiet, other than faint muttering of how it was<em>degrading to be hiding like a coward</em>but it was quieted down as the glue was being applied, not seeming to want to risk having it applied wrong. Silently waiting, he let the hair be attached, though when Gabriel raised his hand away the young king complained. "What happens if I sneeze+ This feels like it will come off far too easily." He commented this, but the glue was not a weak variety though.<br/><br/>Fairly soon the king was prepared, disguised and looking dark where he was once light chestnut in shade. Looking at his reflection in the mirror and blinking. "That is not me." He said this a bit surprised, then looking at Gabriel. "I think it might actually work." It might not fool someone that knew the king better, but a casual observer should not notice a similarity at least.