"Ah," Dionysus said seriously, digging through the clothes piled at the bottom. "The Van Helsing look." He knew that somewhere in here there was- aha! He pulled out the black leather pants with a flourish and tossed them to her. Were they Ariadne's pants or his? Hard to tell, and they were of a similar build. The most convenient feature in a wife was fitting all her clothes.
"I have that sexy open pirate shirt somewhere as well," he added, going back to his search.