"Ye-es, guv." After staring at the lump of roasted sugar for a while, Wrath plucked it off the stick and took a bite. It would have raised blisters on the tender insides of a mortal's mouth and made them weep, but he remained completely unfazed by it.
What bothered the Sin more was that this snack seemed determined to glue his teeth together and that its almost sickening sweetness clashed horribly with his beer.
"So, where've ye been hidin'?" he asked around a mouthful of marshmellow, only it came out as 'showhuryb'n'.