I didn't want to touch you, asshole! You wouldn't give me my ph-- EXCUSE ME! [ There was a matching growl from Lucifer as Alastor damaged his clothing, crimson flashing across his narrowed eyes. ]

And I definitely didn't rip your tacky outfit! [ The threat, he assumed, was of bodily harm, and if Alastor was going down that route, he wouldn't feel bad in doing the same. ]