For a Sin, Lust had a shocking amount of patience when it would benefit her. She didn't rush to George's door and rape him like everyone figured she would. No, while she was a child and a brat, she loved going on the hunt. There was a way to do things right. It was called the art of seduction for a reason.
So she watched George like he was a documentary on the wildlife channel. She couldn't resist sending him girls here and there not only because it was fun but because she could see how he reacted to them. Turned them down. Really? Some of them were seriously hot. Not as hot as she was but still, the guy better have a functioning package or she'd be mad.
In the few minutes that George had been there the air had already changed. That was one thing Lust couldn't control, the fact she was immortal and that people were naturally drawn to her. And when George got his beer he was told it'd already been paid for.
There were three single women in this quiet classy pub tonight. One in a tight red dress at the end of the bar that was looking at him. One in a business pencil skirt and glasses sitting by the window, looking anxious and sneaking looks while gulping down her bloody mary. And one with a soft loose braid and white dress that was by herself in a booth, looking at the menu.