Finally sitting up was proving to be nearly impossible, and so he relaxed and fell backwards, laying spread out on the stairs. He closed his eyes. "Point. Point is. That if lovin' y' is a sin, I'd be s' Fallen already. 'n' twisted with jealous rage 'n' stuff. 'm hardier than that, 'n' so are you. We're the Hands of God. S'metimes." He giggled. "Depends on how Father's feelin'."