"Change?" comes the question before he can stop it.
What for? What's wrong with this shirt? I'm home.
West doesn't wait for the reply, though. Like many men, he's realized that his paramour is far more committed to trivial battles than he is. With a long easy stride, he exits the room to go stare at a closet (mostly) filled with clothes purchased for him.
Doesn't she know how hard it is to get blood out of clothes without Circe?