Oh, Mister Preston knew whether he wanted to or not, she was projecting her thoughts loud enough for the whole world to hear. An existence as small and insignificant as hers, however, could easily be ignored once she removed herself from the room.
"They are," Lucifer confirmed as he approached Michael, showing absolutely no interest in the pieces of clothing the angel was offering.
"But they were meant for you." He reached out as if to take them but closed his fingers around Michael's wrist instead and yanked hard, sending the clothes fluttering to the ground. "I don't think you'll need them here, though."