*looks entirely bemused, like he's going to ask if she's out of her fucking mind, and the words are there, on his tongue, but Z would love the holiday, the outfit, him wearing it, and he shrugs, studies it a moment, and then strips down there and puts them on*

*when he's done, he plants his hands on his hips with the cape behind him and raises an eyebrow, like 'am I acceptable?'*