"Y'know, I dig you crazy kids, but you really do insist on limiting yourselves." Riding right over Lust's irritation as though he were unaware of it, Desmond dropped into a crouch beside her legs. He propped an elbow on one of his thighs, resting his cheek on its open palm. "It's adorable at first, but fuck me it gets old fast."
Fifty-five minutes and counting. Divorce sucked in a chestful of air, breathing in strange familiarity, then sighed. Better get the show on the road.
"Circular arguments about you cockblocking Asmodei aside, let's get down and dirty, shall we? I don't know exactly what you're missing here, gorgeous. You've gotta work with me if I'm gonna help you. And sexy little scowls do make a man think about turning you over his knee, but they don't exactly help with great and grand enlightenment.
"You can not trust me all you want, Lust." Desmond's crooked smile went from purposely inflammatory to something more relaxed, borderline tender. "I'm still here to help you instead of them."