So the gentleman wanted to play rough. Lust could do that. She looked mildly annoyed when he took her hand and shoved her against the wall but she was curious just how far this guy was going to go. He was not one of the Greeks, which was good, they were arrogant pricks. His accent and manner seemed more.. well he wasn't a Saint. Someone from history? Her lips parted in surprise when she felt the blade, he acted like a killer. It was intriguing. She liked a man that could take control now and then. But then again, she always felt she had to put them in their place. It was a nasty cycle.
She matched his wicked smile with one of her own and purred at him, "Oh you know my name very well, precious." the gap was closed but her hand was free and she grabbed him by the throat, not hard at first, just her fingers wrapping around his neck one at a time as she pulled him closer to her, "Lust." it was one word but it wasn't just her name it was who she was and he'd feel it. Lust's influence could be done without touch but with touch it was ten fold, her kiss was hypnotic, and actual sex with her..? Let's not even go there. She squeezed his throat, feeding on his desire but returning more than he'd want or most likely be able to handle. She pumped him full of influence, sending all his desires through the roof, violence, sex, her, he'd want it all at the same time which made most men mad and literally weak which is what Lust counted on.. because in the end he'd get what they all got. Nothing.