[If his hands were free, he'd be leaning his chin on them. Or at least lighting a cigarette, and he's really starting to itch for one. But that question gets a grin out of him that almost looks genuine.]

Mysterious third option - I just don't care. We're in Hell, yeah? There's a sex club that has every toy, drug and body you can imagine. If I started caring enough to try and ascend, I'd have to give that up.

[He glances at Harlan's sin, and that gets a lazy grin out of him as well. He's pretty sure he's got that one too, but with the added bonus of torturing them first.]