It is indeed colourful. Garish, even. Absolutely useless for staying hidden in the shadows. Rhea'li is rather taken in by the novelty of it.

"Greetings, Crowley." Rhea'li makes no effort to hide that he's peering around Crowley's elbow into his apartment. That's... a lot of greenery. He knew Crowley had grown plants before but he'd been expecting something a little more modest. His gaze snaps back to the demon's face. "Let me in?"