"Don't sell yourself short, my lamb," Satan said distractedly, carving a thin red line down Sloth's face and across his neck. It was just enough to split the skin and bring blood to the surface, slicing open the sleeve of Sloth's T-shirt as it went. Satan wondered if it would be possible to cut Sloth in half this way. Hmm. No, he'd save that for one of the other Sins. "And it won't be that hard. You're a force to be reckoned with when you're together, but all alone..."