"Alright then..." She says, grinning. Then, she takes out a can of spray paint, rattles it, and then gets to work.
About an hour or two later, his newly painted armor is lying out in front of him, a black wyvern on the shoulders, and a ring of flames around the bottom of his helmet. The rest of the armor has been painted red, but Sabine as left the original black as a sort of trim. "Well? Whaddya think?" She asks, grinning.