"Not really," Sloth replied with a shrug. "They just wouldn't let me in. No smoking inside." The last sentence was said mockingly, with a large eye-roll. Such goddamn squares in there.
She did think this guy could be some fun, though. He looked like fun, and she was too wound up in her own head from being without a lot of immortal company. And she still missed Envy. Fucking that Claus guy the other week was alright, but it wasn't Envy, who was probably off painting with girls again. Literally. With girls.
She would wait a little to pull on his emotions more. Wait until he trusted her, and had sweet ice cream in his belly to turn sour.