She willed it, and then his shirt was on fire and he reeled back to pat it out. It may not hurt him, but he happened to like this shirt. "Yes love, of course they don't. Just don't set my shirt on fire would you? I like this one." He was well aware of the hypocrisy of 'everything is replaceable', but he was
Lucifer
. He was allowed.
He also had no idea how Virtues worked. He was a being of Hell and Sin. Anything the Virtues represented, he could not achieve. He knew that as fact. "Come on cupcake. Set everything else on fire alright? If you want to get my clothes off it only takes asking."
He grinned at her. "Satan's going to be so thrilled. This is a new one for us."