Zak blinks at his request. "Why...?" She looks between them. "You don't look the same to me at all. Well, except perhaps from the back." She shrugs, putting it down to male vanity. "Very well."
She colors over him with her quill. As if bleach is flowing from the end of her quill like liquid, the color fades slightly from his clothing as she passes the tip over it. It only takes a moment, and Night Steel's garb looks like a faded black that has been washed many times. It's still dark enought to blend into shadows but it certainly couldn't be confused with Cole's.
