Lust stopped when it seemed some guy was talking to her. A lot of guys talked to her. She made no qualms about hiding her assessment of him. Her own green eyes weren't soft however, they were sharp and deep as they swept over him top to bottom. He was dressed nicely, he wasn't scruffy (unlike some pigs she'd had to deal with recently), he seemed well mannered in his approach. And boring. Her head started to turn away in a dismissal when she picked up on something else. Something she really really enjoyed. Herself. She looked back at him, and yes... his sin was definitely her. What good taste.
But what made her respond was the fact that she could feel something deeper than just desire in him, like the scent of a fading aftershave you had smelled once before but couldn't quite place your finger on what or where right away. The look she gave him clearly said he had bought a few seconds of her time, "I get bored." and it wasn't just an answer, it was a statement. Hold my attention or get out of my way.