As they smoked together, Sloth could feel herself getting greedy as she took his rough, raw emotions and beat them flat and mellow. If she went too hard too soon he would fall into a deep depression and possibly decide to take things to their logical conclusion. It had happened before, with mortals. A lot. But immortals had friends with long memories and sharp tempers, so she only meant to bring him down to her level, really. A little apathy went a long way.
After a little while, she leaned across to kiss his face, looking into his eyes to try and judge how far gone he was. He was still sitting upright, that was something. She grinned, the weed and the power making her giggly. "This is good stuff, right? Feeling a bit less angry at thr world now?"