“And just why not? You’re not allergic to the fabric are you? Find that it clashes with the rest of your outfit? F.Y.I: completely your fault. Or feel you’re at any potential risk of anything other than looking fabulous?” The genie said from behind the demon. He gradually inched in closer with an expression that remained unconvinced that anything Rozalin was about to say could possibly make him change his mind about the matter. “That’s official merch. you’re wearing. It’s still even got the tag – and the price tag.” Genie quickly yanked the price off and tore it into pieces. “But that’s not important.”