'Heh. Skinny fucker knows what I like,' Deprave muttered to himself with a smirk as he gave his new weapon a once over. Not that he knew how much use it would see, but he'd needed Blackgore for Nefas, after all. And a broadsword was certainly a change from the usual fare - he wasn't quite sure when swords had started showing up in Hell, but he knew this particular style was very common by the time he'd broken free of his torture, although exponentially less so in recent years, though they admittedly held an edge far better than any normal macuahuitl. Nonetheless, he liked the name on the sheath as a name for the weapon, so that'd be what it was called.

As he found a place to attach it, just beneath the shotgun on his left hip as it happened, he heard the runt Toby- now with a brand new robotic arm, funnily enough- ask what they'd be doing when they got to Earth, and promptly grinned like a lunatic. 'You know full well what I'm doing, brat. But, since you ask,' he continued to boast, 'I intend to conquer the entire planet, me and my army both, and thus forge my empire anew, eternal and glorious in equal measure!' Well, glorious for him, at least, and maybe some of the people in his inner circle. For everyone else, it'd suck, because why the fuck shouldn't it? The powerful would thrive, and the subservient would suffer, much like in Hell before nearly everybody turned into cowards.

Still, it was at least polite to pretend it'd be good fun for all and sundry. There were attractive women in probable earshot, and at least one of them had been eyeing him up earlier. He might be able to get on her good side, only to tear her to literal shreds later... oh, that would be sweet. Speaking of which, now was probably a good time to capitalise on that: as the van started moving off, Deprave made his way toward the front, stepping over the massive crab-monster on the floor as he moved to just behind the two demons, gripping the back of both seats as he leaned forward to look at them both.

'So, ladies,' he began with a grin that was probably pleasant in some sense of the word, 'what do you think about everyone so far? What's your [i]view[/i] on them, so to speak?' The emphasis was deliberate, and rather aimed at Betty specifically; if it was his muscles she liked, it was his muscles she'd get, and if he was lucky, that was as far as she'd look. Actually, if he was lucky, he'd greatly interest Weaver with them too, but she seemed a bit more focused on other things. For now. Still, it was hard not to imagine all the ways she could bend if she wanted, and all the ways he could make her bend if he had the opportunity... he reminded himself to focus on reaching the goal first, and awaited the demonesses' respective responses.