Lust looked at the first tray of rings the clerk showed them, "Are these blood diamonds?" the clerk shook his head, "No ma'am, of course not." Lust pounded her fist on the counter, making everything on it jump, "Why not!?" she narrowed her eyes at the man, "I want to see something that was made from blood, sweat, and tears. When I hold it up to my ear, I should be able to hear the anguished screams of dying souls, okay?" she waved a hand dismissively as the man looked like he was going to pee himself and looked for something else.
Lust smiled at Dickslayer, as calm as a kitten, "So.. George invited me to London again. Does he ever talk about me to you? Or do you just wag your finger at him?"