Lucifer wasn't the shopping type usually. Maybe this was Balthazar's incessant shopping rubbing off on him or the change of seasons. Whatever it was he was perusing the dress shirts.

For someone who relies on other senses his presence maybe overwhelming. The space around him is slightly warmer from the heat radiating from his wings. They carry the scent of spring rains, flowers, and a hint of sulfur. Maybe even a hint of apple and church incense for someone who really pays attention. The shifting of the hundreds of feathers brushing against each other as they moved with his thoughtful consideration of the clothing before him.

He wears satin most of the time though the shirt he's wearing under the vest is silk; the tightish fit on his slim figure causing the fabrics to rub more than usual. Dress shoes shuffling on the floor and the slow breath of someone calm and consideration. Perhaps even the perpetual brushing back of the lock of hair falling into his face is audible.

He had seen the man beside him when he shifted to another place to continue his search but hadn't paid him much mind until he posed the question. Lucifer turns and that is when he notices the blindness. He's very used to this since his own child and advisor have the same disability.

He makes a thoughtful sound while considering. "Sky blue dusted with a grey like the blue just before sunrise. Pale slate blue perhaps?"

Lucifer is trying to tone down his own vision to match something a human could relate to, especially a blind human, since his eyes see millions of colors beyond human eyes.