Garrot sees an opportunity here. An opportunity to be capricious and silly and, well, mess with an uptight assassin. He wants to get maximum shock value out of this, so he puts on his doctor-delivering-bad-news face and concocts some bullshit that he... might've already rehearsed just to mess with someone.

"It's a skin condition." He stands up and shakes his hair a bit, and there's more fucking glitter. His hair's pretty close to his shoulder after all! But then he starts to walk around the table as he explains this complete and utter lie. "See, my father's kinda bugbear is built for colder climates, so my skin gets all flaky when I'm down here where it's all hot and humid. Wanna see?" Then he brings his thumb to his middle finger as he gets closer to Zafika, like he's going to rub them together but instead he snaps them, there's a few little golden-bronze sparkles, and-

"It's pretty gross, really." The voice is not coming from Garrot, it's coming from Zafika's other side. But it's still Garrot. Because there's two of him, and they're casually flanking Zafika's seat, just chillin'. But the new one keeps talking, outlined in the faintest particles of that same golden-bronze color. "Have I mentioned I really like the color of your hair? Because it's great."