" Well?” he prompted. “What are you doing here, especially without a Tony Manero polyester special on?”
Lassiter, the Fallen Angel, smiled in a way that didn’t include his strangely colored, pupil-less eyes; the expression only affected the lower part of his face. “Oh, you know, leisure suits are so last week for me.”
“Moving on to eighties New Age? I don’t have any neon to lend you.”
“Nah, I have another new costume to wear.”
“Good for you. Scary for the rest of us. Just tell me you aren’t going to pull a Borat on the beach. "

― J.R. Ward , The Chosen (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #15)