Gluttony blatantly ignored Lust's questions and went straight back to eating. It would take little while, but he would end up forgiving the brunette one way or another, eventually, like he always did. It was like an extremely predictable cycle. Lust would agitate him, he would get mad, stay mad, but then time would pass and he would find his anger simply melting away as the days did. Rinse, then repeat. He knew it, Lust knew it, the other sins knew it. It happens almost often, he would think, but not often enough to be called a routine, so he simply opts for calling it a "cycle".
Gluttony paused, fork raised up to his slightly parted mouth. He indicated his interest in Lust's proposition by raising a single eyebrow. Closing his mouth and dropping his fork back down to the container, he decided to openly voice his curiosity. "What do you mean by "contest"?" He inquired.