Aww, c'mon, Bela. Don't'cha wanna get into the season?

[ He grins, sidling up beside her and giving her a playful nudge with his elbow. He's one to talk about seasons given most of them blurred together from hotter than hell to mildly hot to downright frost bite you in the ass cold. ]

Actually, it's pretty damn funny to me that hell has actual seasons. Didn't expect it. Just expected infernos all day, every day. They really don't teach you shit about this side of religion in Sunday school, do they?