There's not actually anything you could do to stop me.
Sloth let out a shaky sigh and turned his head to the side, looking away from Satan. "What does it matter what I say then," he said dully, sniffling mournfully. "Nobody will come for me and it wouldn't stop you anyway. What's the point. You're just forcing me to beg for death for your own amusement." He still cried a little, but they were tears of self-pity now, instead of fear and pain.