Lust wanted George to feel her against him because she knew that feeling her through her thin dress and his outfit was only going to led his body if not his mind to wonder what it was like to feel without the barrier of clothing. Saint. Dragonslayer. Immortal. She didn't care. George had the one qualification that mattered. Man.

"Why do you always focus on the negative side? I present skin, sex, ecstasy. You volley with fighting, feelings, and all the responsibilities of relationships." she peeked at him from under her lashes, "..which you don't seem to care for."