It was true Lust wasn't piling on the pheromones. She wasn't a lump on the floor like when Sloth hit her, nor was she the walking dead, but she wasn't herself. He kind of had no idea what to do with her. He'd expected her to claw his arms when she reached for the shoes.
He handed them over. "You're missing something," he twitched his lip back and forth with his hands on his hips. It was bizarre. His attention quickly turned to Satan. "I'm fantastic!" He held up his finger as if he'd forgotten something, pulling out of his pocket a stress ball which he threw towards Satan. "I thought you might be missing these. You can use them you know. For stress." He was still hinting that despite Lust's un-lustyness she'd chopped Satan down a few times. It at least would make him feel better, because she would rip him in two if she realized he didn't feel a damn thing while she was dead because he was two-stepping it in Kansas.