When Zagreus turns up like the proverbial bad penny, he does so in a three piece in black and gold that would be quite classy--if it weren't ostentatiously quartered and checked like a jester's. The belled mask seals the deal. He feels a bit foolish, no pun intended, but changing would be more trouble than it's worth and too close to admitting...something. Defeat, maybe. He gnabs a drink and stalks the upper walkway instead.