That one landed right across the cheek. He rubbed his face sitting on the floor now like a hurt child who was just READY to wail. At least he was in the door now. He didn't know how to explain it.
He covered his arms over his head as she went to whacking. Not the kind he would have preferred. "She likes me. ME. Not some face I pull to get her attention. She..." Lust didn't have what Zoe had, and while Lust would always be there for him where Zoe would die and get old---she still offered him a side that he wanted.