"Let me see the tags." Lucifer knows to declare what he intends to do before reaching out. He pauses after speaking then reaches for the shirt in Matt's hands to read the collar tag. The warmth is there radiating from his skin too. The angel feels warm like summer sun; not hot but comforting. Lucifer barely gets the tag read before the comment about communion wine gets a stifled chuckle.

However, Lucifer has a love for the clean lines of suits and is invested in this kind of fashion. "Are you looking for a deep black or more of a charcoal?"

He has a feel for the fabric, knows the size and color. It takes him a moment to look, hangers clicking together on the rack before he pulls one. "This one is like a fine bordeaux wine."

He offers Matt the shirt still on the hanger. It isn't the same brand but the feel of the fabric is right. Lucifer's own senses are heightened and he can potentially understand the depth that a man without sight experiences the tactile.