He'd grown up under witchlight, the soft, pale glow of the Demon Towers, and the first time he'd gone out into a mundane city and been confronted with electricity, Luke has to admit he hadn't exactly reacted as a professional. He'd stared wide-eyed at the lights overhead until Valentine had elbowed him hard in the ribs.

Now he's grown so used to it that he sometimes forgets there was a time when it had seemed new and unusual.

"Electricity is awfully nice," he agrees. "And waffles. I imagine dresses might be more comfortable than pants, though."