[Where Heaven may have its good, its rights, and all-around sunshine, Hell's got the opposite. It's the grime of the world given a place to stick to. And with it, comes all the ugliness that it brings: the twisted, the violent, the sick, and those that have a real hard time taking no for an answer.]

[Greed isn't shocked when he stumbles across someone putting a demon right in his place.]

Oi, oi, oi - [The Sin's tone drops down into his chest. He's no better than the rest of them, true enough. But even he has standards, and considering what the woman is saying, the pieces of the story he missed out on all fall into place. The fly extended his hand too far and got a face full of pavement in return.] - think you should probably apologize to the lady, don't you?

[And now, he's close. A little too close in fact. The Sin circles around the scene, the steel cuts of his heels snapping and pinging off the pavement like spent tin from a gun.] Sorry sweetheart, but I don't really think they've got much of the law down here.

[Doesn't mean that others can't enforce their own justice though, right? Greed's tail twitches on the pavement - the spikes at the end unfolding to rattle slow, slow, slow.] Looks like you got a handle on the whole thing, but - [He trails off while he lifts one toe up to try to wedge it under the fly's gnarly chin.]

- think this one could give you a bit more for your trouble, hmn?