Oh? That? Lust didn't say anything but the grip she had on his face grew tighter. She finally threw his face to the side and grabbed his shirt. She pursed her lips and literally tore it open, pulling it roughly back and off his shoulders as she took in the huge bite mark on his neck.. and several other marks that were peeking from his back. She hadn't noticed before because of the sweat and other bodies and the fact he covered it. But now exposed, she could not only see but smell it. And it reeked. No mortal did this. It stank of a specific person. 'Person' used in the loosest form possible.
She slowly looked at him and their sister sin Wrath seemed to be looking back at him through her eyes.