"What?" Really? He looks down at his clothes, straightens his tie a bit. "Who's to say that Hell has anything to replace it if I give it up?"

Especially to someone he doesn't even know and who, frankly, seems to have a bit of a concerning reputation already if he wants bottled spirits. "I will think of something, don't worry."

He huffs. "... Maybe the tie."

He likes this tie though.