Protests. Another round of the same, it was a dance Lust was damned tired of. As though her activities before coming here weren't obvious sign enough. She knelt in front of him, determination darkening her eyes. If she beat her head against his wall any longer she swore she'd bleed!

She didn't understand. Why was he still refusing everything? Why did he have need to play the big strong man? He couldn't be a man that cared so very much for his reputation, that was silly. And if he truly thought she had ill designs or ulterior motives...

For the love of whatever gods were out there, what could the possibly be?

"Scar...you're sick and I'm frightened for you and I want to help. I ask you to please shut your contrary mouth and let me be....and let me help."