Garrick's sense of fashion was not so much "fashionable" as it was classic. Business suits did not go out of style and he knew the right people who would inform him as such. He stayed within the times, and updated his wardrobe as such. Besides, he'd been rocking the bald look for about as long as he could remember, since he was human, anyway. Lex could experiment all he wanted, it made no difference to him. As a Shade, and as an assassin, the pink hair would be a dead giveaway to Lex's presence and therefore, had to go.
He merely tsked under his breath. He had yet to understand what the appeal of the stuff was, but then again, a frat boy Garrick was not, and he never had been. He would never let anything deceive his senses so. "It'll do you well to check the labels, next time." Or to drink straight from the source, as was Garrick's way, but he left that part unspoken.
Catching that last bit, Garrick only raised an eyebrow. No, he did not own an afro wig. The 1970s were a ridiculous decade, anyway. Next question. "What other things trouble you, Lexington?"