The little flash of pride brought a genuine smile to Lust's face. She could have broken him, of course. She could have just touched him and there would have been nothing he could do against her. She could have told him to fuck her until his heart gave out and his organs shut down and he would have done it, begging her for more until the last moment, weeping with the sheer agonizing pleasure of it all.
But she didn't do that. Instead she said, "alright," as though it were the easiest thing in the world. She stepped forward so that she could take a deep breath along his throat. "You should go home and shower," she told him in a low voice. "My scent is all over you."