A flippant wave of her hand was all that Lust could counter with at first, her mind already sidetracked with wanting to focus on Des. To continue beating a dead horse wasn't worth her time, nor that of Mona's. With so much else on her plate at the moment, and the matter for all intents and purposes already settled, that portion of this little chit-chat was nothing but redundant. Setting her pen down and closing the folder she was working on, Lust sighed tiredly and turned her chair to look fully on Divorce.
"There is nothing left to mend, nothing I can ask of you to do. As I told Desmond, I've already forgiven whatever it was that needed forgiving. I've reforged our old ties. Outside of my family, you're one of the few who know how I am, and what's done is done. I cannot forget what happened, but I will not let it influence any of our future dealings." She allowed herself a small, self-depreciating smirk as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs and all but snuggling back into the office chair comfortably.
"I am a fickle woman, Mona, but I'm a woman who does not care much for arguing. That is Wrath's department and to try and continually be angered with someone whom I cannot just kill and be done with it, it is a pointless venture. Even as the argument started, we both knew it would end like this. Any other conclusion would have only hurt us both, and I'm best with keeping things as they were."
It was far more then what she had intended to say, but it was a suitable enough distraction she hoped, as her mind whirled on what else Mona had said. She was Lust. Men and women both were supposed to fall at her feet and embrace her...but this time was different. It was suddenly very difficult to keep a pleased smile from curling her lips but the sudden warming of her cheeks was something that couldn't be helped, hopefully it wasn't anywhere near as noticeable as it felt. At least the sudden tightening in her chest wasn't something that needed to be hidden. Again there was that longing for the man in question, the desire to see him, the desire to touch him, it would be enough to just be close at this point, and yet he was still not here.
With that thought in mind, she blinked back at Mona, suddenly realizing that she had been wrapped up in her own thoughts and left them both in an awkward sort of silence.
"Forgive me, I am overtired and my mind wandered a bit there," she apologized, scratching lightly at her cheek to feel if they were still as warm as they seemed. "You are a very lucky woman to have him in your arsenal. I doubt there is very little he cannot accomplish should he desire so, but I hope that you do not mind that he kept me company a time or two when he was not off flitting about with his business. He is most charming and has been such a delight in the short time since we've met."