For the briefest moment, inexplicable anger towards the bit of fluff that she had so ardently protected threatened to reach out and scorch the thing beyond recognition.
Sending the dog off to Envy for target practice would be a blessing, really.
Fingernails dug themselves into her palms as she was passed over for attention that was given to her traitorous dog instead. Conveniently forgetting that she wanted the bastard out of her home, the blatant disregard burned Lust just as much as the invasion of privacy had a few scarce seconds before.
But then that brilliant anger swiftly turned into a choking panic at the obvious tug that followed Asmodeus's soft order, her heels automatically digging themselves into the soft carpeting as she steeled herself against that which she denied even existed.
"This is my home, and I will not be ordered about like your personal bitch. You entered without my consent, how dare you think that you could come in here and take such liberties. Leave."