Nicholas smiled, an expression meant half for himself. He happened to know real saints. The hand on his thigh made Nicholas lean towards Lust almost imperceptibly. "Men aren't usually subtle," he said, turning towards her with a grin that was almost predatory.
As the tattooed man glared at them, Wrath sent a little burst of her own energy towards him. His gaze darkened and he shifted up off the wall.
Wrath turned her attention back to Nicholas and Lust. "My guy is more subtle than most," she admitted.
"Just be honest," Nicholas said with a shrug. "Men like that."