"Oh, see, there you go. Think we can petition the Devil to put a wall in somewhere? Maybe as part of his spa package. Add a gym in too." He snorted a little bit. "I'm sure there's sinning in there somewhere, right? Pretty sure my wife said you could make a sin out of anything if you tried hard enough."

He sipped his beer, and found himself at the bottle of it. "She might have been talking about me putting my feet up on coffee tables, though."