"Sometimes, Lust, when two saints love each other very much, they will still have disagreements and conflicting personalities and be unable to make it work in the long term," George said, staring down at the rings in front of him. His expression belied his glib tone, although he perked up slightly when the clerk approached with another tray of rings. Said clerk approached very, very hesitantly, like someone walking up to a bomb. "Hey, rings!"