George felt a surge of anger at Lust, more intense than the simmering irritation he had felt for days now. How dare she take away something that brought Padraig comfort? Even if is was something that George was pretty sure came closer to self-mutilation than anything therapeutic. It was still Padraig's.
"Do you think this is something she's done to you?" George asked, pouring out two cups of tea to give him something to do. "Or is it just an...after-effect?"