Gluttony shrugged to the man's question. He couldn't remember. More than a day, less than a lot of days? Something like that. "Lust would know," he added. After all, she was so amazingly wonderful and smart and intelligent and knew everything and definitely knew how he got here or how long he had been here.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, in what was probably the first question he had ever asked anyone outside of, "Can I eat that?" Why did he ask, he didn't know. Maybe because he was supposed to. Maybe because Lust would be happy if he asked questions like that. But he did, in fact, ask the question.

That and it would be fun to know how sad he was to be here, so he could know just how fun eating him would be.