[Yeah, he spent too much of his meth money on tacky Greco-Roman decor and golden toilets. What a shame.

Soon after their glasses clink together, Saul downs what's left in his glass, slamming it down perhaps a bit heavier than normal on the bar top once he's done. He's not too concerned, really. If anything breaks, it'll probably just get added to his sin list, and he has little motivation now to toe the line and do good and repent and all that. With no Kim to behave for, there's no reason to really try.]

To the best of times, the worst of times, and the new and innovative torture methods they're pioneering down here. Gotta hand it to them. I know it's Hell, but they know what they're doing.