Lust just looked at Scar, her expression somewhere between hurt and disbelief. She had been drinking. She glanced at the mess on the counter and back to Scar, not certain what to say. Why did it bother him so much? She'd just had some wine to relax, but between being caught at her secret shame and her deep seated fears about somehow letting Scar down, she felt guilty and ashamed.

"Why do you think I was eating cake with my hands?!?! Stone sober people don't do that!"