Lust could only stare for a few minutes, listening in silence. Was this man mad, having a bit of fun, or was he merely like Gluttony in that reality and higher thinking were sketchy concepts at best?

Whatever it was, Lust had the feeling that neither she nor Alphonse were going to be able to tell this man differently. She sighed and shook her head.

"I don't think anything we say will make a difference, Alphonse." She gave the boy a look that clearly said she was tired of arguing. "Fine, then. Call me whatever you'd like, it isn't as though I'm unused to being called names that aren't mine. Do you have a name, while we're on it?"

There was always the chance that this man could be useful, after all.