Not even a taunt of of course I know you, something Much could have tried to dig his heels in and contend - no, Lust didn't even try to gloat, too confident for that, too sure in her own power. It was chilling... but the chill of it combined with the soft touch of her palm was delicious.
Where was she going? What was she going to do? Someone else?
"What things?" Much asked, before he could shut the jealousy up.