High-stress levels rarely could be reached by the Djinn to get him to the point Naamah might enjoy to see him at. The fiery blaze of his true-self kept cool by the outer invisible bindings and chains. If he were to ever give into whatever need drove the physical flesh of the human shells they held and find Naamah waiting, the fusion of the lust-filled tar and the blazing sandstorm of wildfire would destroy whatever small section of area they happened to be in.
A brow rose at the costume while ever other part of his expression remained unresponsive. "As long as it remains on you during whatever exploring you do during show time, I would enjoy pretty much anything you chose."