Sin looked down at the handle of her scythe and her long, thin fingers which held it steady. This was going to take a while, especially if the demon was going to continue in belligerence.

 And as a reaper of souls she couldn't actually kill him. So that meant she would have to follow him, long and patiently, until the death which Fate had declared for him came. And he was going to deny it. "As you wish," she said quietly. "I will wait."