A few minutes later, Grantaire returns the Cafe Musain. His waistcoat is, to say the least, striking, though it clashes in itself with his ruddy coloring.

"Red," he declares, looking straight at Enjolras -- as if it were possible to overlook it -- and smooths the points over his breast.

(In Bahorel, this might be called peacocking. In Grantaire, intentional or no, it is a parody.)