Pride

He's been busy, even though the radio silence is normal. They asked him to make his own range of perfumes, but he politely, graciously declined.

'At least think about it?'

Photos and promotional campaigns for someone else's nice-smelling bottle of shit, however, he didn't mind. In fact he was more than happy to forward the two samples they gave him to Lucifer and Satan, with a small card attached to the rim of the perfume bottle saying 'You need it more than I'.


My own range of perfumes. That might have been a big hit when I had all of Heaven at my disposal.

You want me to advertise for your food company.

Why do I have to take my shirt off?

I could take advice about my dog from a horseman who can't look after his own horse.

Or, I could not.


[Envy]
You would be the third Sin leaving your sex toy lying around. Perhaps the fourth. Is it too much to ask to have everyone clean up after themselves?

Would you mind taking your sex partner somewhere else? He irks me.