Saints and their vows, she would never understand that insanity. But George was a saint as well and he was off having sex with someone who was supposed to be his enemy! Even Euterpe was better than that, she would assume.
She remembered, though, what Lust had said, something about how these saint types just needed a little coaxing. She supposed she could see that, but Padraig looked a little like a trapped animal and Euterpe wasn't much of a hunter.
"Shh," she said soothingly, reaching out her hand to him but not actually trying to touch him yet. "Shh, it's okay, Padraig. How could one little kiss break any vow? One kiss between two people who care for each other as much as we do?"