[Harlan watches Fenris carefully as he explains. He stays quiet too, and he was ready for this to turn into an actual story, but then Fenris stops right as it's getting good.]

I want to hear the long version of that sometime.

[He lets that hang in the air a moment before turning his attention back to the sin.]

Oh, okay, now hold on. That sounds way worse than what actually happened.

[This would ordinarily come with a lot of hand gestures, but alas.]

We needed— Well, mm, look, I was doing a favor for a friend. This is such a long story, fuck.

[He drops his head to press his forehead against the cool metal of the shackles. He doesn't want to think about Hettie. He's still pissed at her for making him fucking graverob. And now he's in Hell for it, so, good going, pal.]

This woman we know got body-swapped or something. I don't know the full story. Her husband blew up her actual body, so Hettie came up with this dumbass idea to build her a new one. We, uh, dug up a grave to steal some eyes.

[To his credit(?), he does not sound proud of this one. Messing with corpses is, hm, yucky.]