For the first time in a while Sloth felt truly annoyed. As if not satisfied by their newfound weakness, Pride and Wrath still had the energy - no, the stupidity would be more accurate in this case - to fight amongst eachother, directly emitting their deeply weakened auras as if to measure who was the strongest ant and managing to make even the mildest of the sins feel an urge to directly intervene to crush their pissing contest - something that he was, in fact, about to do when the nearby black object suddenly sprang to life due to Greed messing around it, displaying the image of a man pointing to something that looked like a diagram of some sort and talking about weather, moving the images displayed in the miraculously interactive panel to somehow prove his point - or at least that was what Sloth tought of it before dazing off and merely watching the images move without trying to understand what was happening in the screen.

His moment of pleasant leisure was quickly taken away from him in the next second though as the strange man named Gilmore walked into the room, somehow sealing the small amount of power that they still had as he casually introduced himself - an act that clearly demonstrated that he felt completely safe in despite of being in the presence of the seven generals, pointing that he was either absurdly powerful or they were ridiculoudly weak as of now. [color=0054a6]"Cheek..?"[/color] The listless demon couldn't help but tilt his head, obviously confused as he pointed the area below his right eye while staring the man, misunderstanding what he truly wanted due to the vague similarity of the words - a clear sign of how oblivious he was to the situation, since he didn't even bother with trying to read it to start with.

His stupid questioning was, though, ultimately interrupted by the fact that Pride suddenly started to beat Wrath with a freaking chair, seemingly acting to stop him as he tried to attack the newcomer - a fairly wise decision in Sloth's opinion, since attacking an enemy with unknown skills and abilities perfectly suited his definition of stupid. He didn't even frown when Pride nonchalantly ignored her act and started to have an amicable talk with the male capable of sealing their powers, apparently trying to infer his reasons for being there without letting clear that they didn't know anything about the situation-  another fairly wise decision that almost managed to make him raise his evaluatipn of the arrogant demon general - just to be interrupted by a not-so-smart demon general.

[b]Are you from the creator?  Has he finally found fit to give us something new to suffer with?[/b]

Sloth barely resisted the urge to facepalm when he heard Lust's questions. If they had any hope of feigning some knowledge about their punishment, she managed to completely waste it with naught but two sentences. The facade carefully set by pride was instantly blown by the seemingly innocent question made by Lust, that left more than clear that they had no idea about why they were bound to mortal bodies and what God planned for them, taking away the chance of indirectly taking some information from the man and consequently making the situation considerably more troublesome - something that Sloth couldn't help but take as an offense, for he hated anything vaguely troublesome.