Lust only watches for a few moments, leaning by the door with her arms crossed under her bust. It's been...well, it's been an interesting few days. New adjustments.

And new questions.

She's been patient. It's a necessity, between them. Close as they are, certain doors remain closed. It's simply their way.

All families have their little quirks.

They both know the dance. So when she approaches, with a calculated sort of casualness, she harbors no doubts he sees it for what it is. They know each other too well. Still. She goes through the motions.

"That must have been some battle. Or at least colorful...."