Azazael turns beet red at the compliment. Unlike the other fallen he's still an innocent and untainted angel who flusters and flatters easily. He hadn't taken anyone's heart, not that he's aware of and those thoughts only make the blush worse.

He tosses the shirt back and eyes Lucifer who is staring at him with narrowed eyes. It doesn't help Azazael feel any more comfortable. "Sure. Truth or Dare?"