His expression faltered with mention of a trial. No matter how long he scrunched his face, he just couldn't get that bell to ring.

"...Which- which, ah...?" There were so many trials. Satan was obsessed with his whole judge schtick. She'd know! He remembered dipping from one and promising he'd be back, but there were only so many times he could kick the can down the road. But so far, so good!

But the subject chance was welcome. "Still, huh? I know Bel's been blowing up my phone about the missing stock now and again. Y'know, like I'm the guy who somehow makes the Queen Bee of Gluttony ever quit or something!"