Sisyphus would surely perish if Gabriel smelled even a whiff of deception, this much was true. While the king could certainly contrive of a great many ways to cause a ruckus in Greed that didn't appear to directly involve him, he was well aware that Gabriel was no fool, and his Virtues dotted the burning landscape. A thousand, thousand eyes and ears and mouths that would report their findings in a heartbeat if they could.

It wouldn't have been worth the effort, and he'd been hedging his bets on their reply being no. He was, naturally, correct.

"You love him." Though it was said with the same relaxed tone, one could almost imagine it an accusation. "And you find the emotion unfitting for your station in regards to him." The knife scraped against the bone of the leg, the last slivers of meat fully peeled off.

"And you will do nothing of it, will you?"