They hadn't been acquainted for very long, true, but Lust's new body was still taking some getting used to. Of course, there was a difference between adjusting to change and not actually appreciating it. Desmond liked the Sin plenty well either way, evidenced by the smile which lit his face when Lust came into view. She really was a charmer, this one.
"The idea of you trudging home after a cross-country flight without someone to see you there? Don't be mad, woman." He ran a hand down her arm, preferring -- as always -- some kind of contact. The words were as sharp as they were familiar, but the tone behind them was shades of amused. Divorce tugged the carry-on from Lust's shoulder without needing to be preempted, leaning forward to brush her temple with his lips in an impulsive gesture.
"It's my pleasure to see you safely home, darling. Anything to claim? Baggage? Sordid confessions? Or can we sweep out of here and get you settled in?"