He sat up picking up Lust's arm from around his waist. He looked over his shoulder to be sure she was still sleeping as his feet hit the floor. "You shouldn't have called," he said in a whisper as if he were some cheating husband about to go out with his Tuesday night hook-up.
He'd just pulled up a pair of boxers while she explained herself. "You're not making any sense." Was she calling him because she needed him for something?