[Husk shrugs, returning a look that says "Who the fuck am I to tell a Sin what they should or should not do". Because really. Chances are he would have been yelled at or punched or belittled. He may be a sinner, but he knows which rung he's on.

Anyways, he fetches a nearby bag he can swipe the mouthgroundpie into it.]

It's... I don't exactly care for this form I'm stuck in, especially bein' an angel and all.

[Husk eyes the pie. Another thought comes to him.]

Wait... The ♥♠♣♦in' pie still does that?

[Husk highs and wipes his hand down his face. OF FUCKING COURSE IT STILL FORCES YOU TO SAY THINGS AAAAA.]