"Long time ago, maybe," Sloth said, dropping the accent, deciding to throw caution to the wind. She sat up straight and leaned in closer. "I have a secret, if you want to know it."
Gathering herself, she put a little power into her words. If she'd got it wrong, she could have a little laugh at a freaked-out mortal. If she was right, it'd be sizing up the Christian, whoever he was. "I am Sloth, Sin of inaction," she intoned, sounding just dark enough to be spooky. "I find your faith disturbing."