Lust was yet again mildly impressed. She could feel his own lust hitting her like a tidal wave but he was still keeping things in check. Tsk tsk tsk.. that just wouldn't do.
She rested a hand on his thigh ever so casual, giving it a soothing rub that just was like salt in the wound of his desire. She spoke to Wrath, "Mona, could you maybe make me a drink too?" it was idle pointless chatter to make it look like her small action was simple, timed to match her words. Her hand stopped when she paused to think, the tips of her nails grazing against Nicholas' crotch as she looked at him, "Or maybe I should help you to bed first?" and she raised her brows as if it was such an innocent suggestion.