"Can't blame you even a little. But if I wanted anything material... Well, I could have had you sign half your empire over during the divorce." Like a cat or a crocodile, Mona's eyes narrowed in a subtle, humorless smile. She'd thought about it back then, and chances were that Ace probably wouldn't have noticed at the time, sick as they both had been. But it'd been best to just get things over with, and much as Divorce and Greed had always enjoyed spats in the courtroom... perhaps not so much when it was their own lives. So she'd behaved, curbed that playful urge.
In contrast to him, her gaze never wandered from the young Sin's lovely face. She studied him the way one would a painting, equal parts detachment and frank curiosity. "Deal with me--" Ace, was how it nearly finished, the same phrase she had used for years, so much and so long that it had turned into a greeting in and of itself. "--Greed. You're a divorcee and I'm inherently self-serving. That alone should tell you you're not getting something for nothing. So deal with me. I want--"
Mona stopped, the words left to hang. She wanted a lot. She wanted the world. She didn't know what the hell she wanted, certainly not from a Christian Sin and this one in particular. "More than baubles," she finally said after a long pause, slow and careful about the way she phrased it. "I'll help you, but you've made it abundantly clear that you're not him, and freebies are off the table. A favor for a favor, then."