"No, we are not," Knox responded, his voice even more terse than Laz noted it being usually. "But regardless of the city we're going to, you will be recognised with the way you look right now."
At the look Knox gave him, Lazarus peered down at himself as well, then back up to the other man, hands patting repeatedly against his sides in distress. "You're, ah, not going to put me in some absurd costume and try to pass it off as an efficient disguise, are you?"
Once again his captor showed an unusual amount of irritation, his face tensing into a slight glare and eyes just barely twinging. "No, I am not. Hold still and be silent."
[ 3BPs awarded ]