Lust pouted but then perked up at the deal George was suggesting. She loved deals. She was definitely her mother's pseudo-daughter as she held up a finger, "And dancing." the look on her face said that point was non-negotiable. She touched the tip of her perfectly manicured finger to his chest, "But if at the end of the night, you do want to sleep with me, but say you don't. That won't count. And trust me, I'll know if you're lying."