If nothing else came out of this whole debacle, that dog was going to die.
Horribly.
And if looks could kill, the bitch would have bought it a dozen times over in that second alone. The little attention whore that always been so lovingly obliged, now turned traitor to the cause as her baby hammed it up for a new warm body - it burned Lust as much as each new insult was delivered.
She begged. She apologized. She crawled across her floor like a bitch. What more did he really want from her? Of course the answer in itself was the most obvious thing in the world, but what Asmodeus really wanted, all games aside, Lust was not willing to give. It was just the ever so careful dance of just grazing the tips of his fingers but never coming fully within his grasp, holding out just long enough until he found himself bored once more and disappeared back into the depths of Hell for another eternity.
It had happened before, surely it would happen again. She just had to step carefully and keep herself in check.
Telling him that she would rather have tea and cookies with Satan in Hell, for instance, would not be keeping herself in check, much as the desire was strong, or some equally as damning commentary.
Patience. Humility. Oh how they both must be adoring her at the moment. Neutral expression. Neutral, if not deferring tone. Head just slightly bowed so as not to antagonize too much, but she would be damned if she was going to lie beside the bastard in the bed that had seen so many pleasurable hours whiled away with Desmond.
"I'm quite content where I am, but the thought is most appreciated."