Lucifer would find a veritable smorgasbord of weaknesses, were Much ever unlucky enough to catch hit notice. Lust had found them all, dug her hands deep into every crack, pried them open, and she was gone but he couldn't force himself back into his old shape. Could Mary? He realised he was looking at her with such intensity, and he dragged his eyes away to focus on his garlic bread instead, picking out the bright green herbs against the warm yellow butter. "Bet a night on the L train felt like paradise after that huh?"