Not sure you do Much thought, but he only thought it on the surface; deep down where more primal, animal urges were taking over he wanted her to want him with the same mindless need he wanted Lust. But without the edge of horror that always came with Lust, the no no no we shouldn’t that was constantly overpowered by the yes, yes oh god yes.
Maybe a night with Erato would just… wring the whole Lust thing out of his system.
Maybe he didn’t care if it did or it didn’t so long as he got laid.
“Then I’ll persuade you,” he said, raising her hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it, and he only intended to kiss it but as soon as his mouth touched her skin he wanted more, and slipped her finger into his mouth, dragging his teeth lightly across her fingertip. Very unprofessional behaviour, but Erika had gone home and… Erato certainly wasn’t complaining.
His dick was complaining, though. His dick was lamenting the whole horrible solid bar between their bodies. Fuck.