Much's brows pinched together, his eyes still shut and uneasiness settling into his skin. He thought... somehow he thought that if he just kept his eyes closed, he could pretend Lust wasn't Lust? But even as he tried to focus on the feeling of her breasts pressed against him (oh god) and her lips on his jaw (oh god) he felt himself failing. "Don't," he said, somewhere between a plead and a warning. With the uneasiness, the little spark of anger was stirring back to life as well.