[Despite the static running circles in his skull, the Sin manages a smile. A deadly one, sharp to every point, and daring to stay in the thick of it all, no matter how hot he may have burned or how likely he is to burn again. It's not the first time he's towed the line of oblivion, and it certainly won't be his last.]

[So, he levels himself to his feet, even as he feels the snap of a coat that isn't there, slithering between borrowed legs he abandoned on a similar gamble.] No, it isn't. And who said anything about it being painful, Suits? [He snaps; a warning, clipped on the tips of his teeth. The cigarette waiting for him tableside easily finds a home between his claws and as his mouth wraps around it, he imagines his face split down the middle. Both halves dangerous, even if the latter could be easily mistaken for innocent.] Ha - ! Is that right? Sounds like schatz made good on his word, after all. Call me surprised.

[He snorts, and whatever is left of Ling Yao fades away in a skitter of ash that'll never see the light of day.] Tsk. I'll keep it in mind, demanding little shit. [The former homunculus flicks his eyes towards the door and as the red of them bleeds halos, he lets himself swallow up the tobacco. The slowness of his drag, savoring every scorch it'll give him.]

Mn. Maybe, maybe not. But that's a secret. [He pats his foot, spreading his talons along the floor, and one of the exposed blanks squelches in response.] What? Can't get enough of me? [He winks through the Murmur. Unpolite, unbothered, and all the bit of sin he really, truly is.] Didn't take you for the sort, Yu.