"Perhaps nothing but freckles," Lucifer teased. "Although it really depends on where we are. Here I supposed it'd be speedos or a sarong. In my club, probably leather or a well tailored suit, definitely Italian. Sadly, the fashion sense in Mt. Weather is sadly lacking..."
He felt the sand under him and sat up in the shallows, catching Gabriel's hand and pulling him towards him. "Unless you'd prefer a frilly skirt or a pair of hot pants."