Eww, blood on his mouth. Sloth tried not to get it on his tongue. "I don't know anything about all that shit. If you wanna fuck someone up, get George. It was his influence." He was quite happy to throw George under the bus if it got him and Wrath out of trouble. "We were gonna sort it our way. She's ours." Sloth took advantage of the skin contact to attempt to dissuade Satan from continuing, trying to make his arms heavy with lethargy and cloud his mind with apathy. "There's no point doing this to me."