Lust wasn't watching the staff with their attempt at a proper celebratory offering. She was watching JW, her smile pleasant but not touching her eyes. This was better than she'd anticipated - she needed to tip young Jesse well, he'd performed beyond expectation.

In her mind, she'd won. He couldn't possibly come back with something to top this. What was left? She certainly couldn't think of anything, and assumed therefor that he couldn't either.

"How delightful." Her gaze still locked on JW, her hands folded demurely on the table before her. "Do enjoy it, dear."