Lust wanted to hurt someone, more than usual. She was annoyed that breaking random mortals didn't satisfy her and she was even more annoyed that she was still thinking of George. What better way to put a final end to that fiasco than by taking it out on the person responsible. The little leprechaun. Who lived in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.
She was a redhead now, not that she could be mistaken for anyone or anything else. She had her mother's eyes. Evil. At his less than welcoming greeting she only said, "Don't you ever get tired of saying that word to me? I'm starting to think you and your brother consider it foreplay."