Divorce cocked her head when Greed went all archaic charm on her, at odds. Business was business. Gestures like that were something else, though, if only because this was a creature which fueled her current state of power. Mona's first inclination was to react, to reach out, touch his pretty young face and take as much of that power as she possibly could. That he was being crass was unimportant in light of what she wanted.
Hearing him say his name brought the goddess back to herself. It was a potent reminder of the Sin's change, and it sobered her considerably. Her eyes, wide and thoughtful just a moment ago, narrowed briefly. The actions were low, but the words were sincere enough. That, then, made her hold back from plucking irritably at the connection between Divorce and divorcee. What she wanted could wait, much as she disliked the idea. So she held back rather than reach out, her only concession the way Mona ran thoughtful fingertips over the skin between Greed's wrist and the base of his palm. Desmond wasn't the only instigator in the proverbial family.
"Indefinitely? No limits? No ifs, ands or buts?" Divorce's brow furrowed for a moment while she turned the information over. Ash was obviously skilled, but Greed was no fool. Presumably desperate to get out of Hell and back to business, and yet... Mirroring the Sin's earlier behavior, she looked out into the sea of mortals, chewing contemplatively on her lip. There were options to work with -- there were always options -- it was just a matter of whether or not Mona wanted to share them all. "Suppose I've worked with worse."