If Divorce wasn't actually happy, then she was satisfied. In some ways this was all old and familiar territory they'd been over before, bargaining while trying to outfox the other. Greed may have not been the Sin she'd known, but though she'd planned on fighting for his return, the truth was that she didn't even know if such a thing was possible. She'd hardly be herself if she didn't have a contingency plan; working into an alliance with this younger version was a foot in the door if nothing else.
"Your word, as one of Seven and a laborer of Hell," Mona insisted, offering him her free hand. Mistrust ran both ways, and she made that clear from the way she peered at Greed.
The insults were petty things, flip words which Divorce ignored. Getting offended because the bastard was being mouthy wasn't even worth the effort, nor the pleasure it would probably give him -- some things, the goddess suspected, just didn't change. So with that in mind, she rolled her eyes anyway as if put out by how thick-headed he was being. "Naturally. The specifics vary depending on the situation, of course. But I've yet to meet one I couldn't break." She looked at the Sin with no small measure of pride. "What are the terms you have with Ash? Context, then details."