Lust mock gasped as if she was hurt. "You don't?" she moved closer to Agatha, "I was going to invite you inside.." her hand flopped to the side to gesture to the building next to them, "Warm fire, away from this wetness." she turned her head back to the rain for a moment before looking back at the woman. "But you don't associate with Sins. Shame."
She could smell it in Agatha. Chastity. Grossness. But she could also smell out that one seed of her. And it was really all she needed. She pulled back, using influence to gently tug on that seed in Agatha, to fan the embers of her want into a small tiny fire that could maybe light a candle. Desire for warmth. Desire for shelter. Desire for... well.
"But if you rather take your chances with the weather and the streets, then be my guest. Keep in mind that it was this very place," she pointed at the ground, "Where I ran into a man with a knife. I didn't enjoy it very much. I think you'd enjoy it even less."