[h3][color=cornflowerblue]Belphegor Sloth[/color][/h3]

Hesitantly, Belphegor went to place one of his bare feet forward into the room, but quickly withdrew it like a scorched puppy. Not only did he receive a somewhat threatening glare, which from experience with Satie was benign, but the simple hand gesture to halt from Leviathan was what made him pull back with fright. She was terrifying.

The lazy sin flicked his tail before finally curling it around his sweatpant-clad thigh absentmindedly. He was only half listening to Greed's drawn out speech, more waiting for it to be over than anything. Was he really trying to get a vacation? Belphegor had to hand it to his coworker, he had guts to walk up to Leviathan requesting that. Sloth leaned against the door post with folded arms, vaguely covering a yawn until he heard:

[color=662d91]"That is, if you accept going to a date with me for the sake of our beloved realm."[/color]

Mid yawn, Belphegor snapped down his teeth in shock, effectively sinking his fangs into his tongue. Sloth muffled a yelp, childishly holding the injured muscle between his index and thumb with a quiet whimper. Was Mammon out of his mind? Not only was it a futile attempt, but now Envy would surely be angry-!

Or, not?

Well, she seemed perfectly fine with it. Of course, Belphegor wasn't expecting her to attack anyone, but at least show some anger at that request? But, maybe he was wrong about that too.

The blue haired male went to gently nudge Oliver forward when Leviathan requested him, but paused as he remembered the human throwing his hand off of him earlier, like he was diseased. Belphegor flinched, slowly withdrawing with a saddened look. The only thing he really cared about was protecting these humans, and yet...

[color=cornflowerblue]"Sh-she's requesting you."[/color] He barely spoke loud enough to hear, refusing to look up from his crossed clawed feet. Belphegor really seemed personally hurt.