He looked like shit (well looked like he was coming down from a high because his usually happy grin was hanging down the opposite end.) And he felt like a truck hit him and then backed up over him a few times. Lust was not the person he didn't want on his side. She could be a mean bitch, and he'd done some equally horrible things to her in return when she left him empty-handed.
He dropped his baby blues with a coat of tears. Those always got Lust's attention. At least to get him in the door. At least he thought."Let me in," he whined. "Please?"