Seth quirked an eyebrow, the humour in the situation there for all to see. Zane - Gula - had been around for millennia, and the irony of him being on earth for less than a blink of an eye and contracting some STD was almost enough for him to overlook the incident. Almost. "See to it that you don't," he answered, trying to keep a straight face. "You are far too important to this operation to be taken down by a human in a whale-net body-suit! I tell you, I would give favour to the person who convinced women that wearing anything called whale-net was flattering!" Seth chuckled as he swilled his whiskey, enjoying the aroma. He nodded his agreement, "but that is the challenge we have been given, laid down for us by God himself. So," a wicked smirk crossed his face, "let's show them just what free will really means, shall we?" Seth had no intention of loosing. Particularly as his former boss would be watching, even if he did feign indifference to the trials. The old pain of his banishment burned strong in his chest, and though he knew he would never see heaven again, he wouldn't be seen to be out-played by them!
He shot Zane a harsh look, "then now would probably be a very good time to begin to think about it!" Seth suggested, as calmly as he was able. "I find you prime real-estate, in Sin City, no less! We have no excuse to loose this time around." He drained his glass and looked up at him, and nodded once. "I have no doubt that I shall. With you running Addiction, I expect them to roll in, on a daily basis. A little planning wouldn't go a miss, however. Have you considered, perhaps, a wet t-shirt competition - or even offering the position of podium dancer as a competition prize? You'd be surprised what humans will do, for a moment in the spotlight."