Lilith smiled. "Envy," Lilith pondered out loud. "You're a concept I don't have any use for, a product that lives only in the weak-willed. As a rule, I don't care for you flesh and blood Sins. I don't much see the point in any of you walking around in meat sacks, pretending to be gods."
"So when I say I'll pay you what I want to pay you and not kill you," Lilith told him without expression, "I'm doing you a kindness I don't really feel. I'm not a kind being, but I'd rather go home with a bevy of beautiful young girls as pets than ruin my shoes with blood."
She slid a hand under her jacket and behind her back, and there was the recognisable sound of a gun being cocked. She didn't make any expression to acknowledge it as she watched him though. "Do you understand the words I'm speaking, little sin? Or do I need to use smaller ones?"