The only misinterpretation was not sending you right to hell. Not that I'm taking sides. [He said, hands splayed, cigar safe in one still, a grin spreading over his lips again. What an arrogant son of a bitch, really. Thinking he can get away with flipping off the evil himself.]

[Footing the bill. Ha, as if he had a bill to foot. Don't ask ho he comes across the good shit, but it's strong and it's fine.]

Speaking from experience, it's not as fun as you might think. They get.... needy. Are you that needy, John? [he asked, accent stressing the word Needy both times.]

[He did move though, coming around the desk to sit on it's edge, a arm crossed under his chest, and the cigar held out to the side before taking another long pull off it, huffing the smoke, closer to the other.]

I'm sure I could help you with that list. Sinning is simple, with the right person.