"No, but you like to blame your problems on me when I wouldn't be here unless those problems already existed." Lust started opening different drawers until she found what she was looking for. It was the best part about the kitchen. Knives. While he busied himself with tea, she put the tip of a blade to the nape of his neck, "Hold still, little saint." she said close to his ear, "I wouldn't want you to swat this and have it nick something important. We may be immortal but it still can get messy."