"Then... do not wait for me to initiate things." Scar's own words were broken up and disjointed. For all the trouble Lust had with the subject, he tripped over it all even more.

Holding her suddenly seemed inappropriate for the moment. He returned his arm to his own side, then immediately started questioning if that had been the right thing to do. His throat was tight with nerves, and he struggled to meet her gaze. He was turning inward again, eyes forced shut as he recognized his own defenses going back up without his control.

"I know that I am not... physically gratifying to be with, but if it bothers you, at least mention it..."