Sinners. Now isn't that interestin'. [She's really paling around outside of her domain now. Neat.] Wished for the longest time I could've invited more of your lot down to the gluttony ring. I hear Pride is as stuffy as ever.

[She muses gently, one pair of arms coaxing a straw into existence for one of those mystical drinks. She raises it to her lips for a contemplative sip.]

Aww, and I bugged Mammon for show tickets for nothing.