Lust glanced over her shoulder with a small sigh. Mostly for herself.

"I know. I'm afraid my attention drifts when my mind's distracted." Which it was so very often lately. Too often, and by far too many different subjects. Most of them men, terribly different men and for terribly different reasons. This whole mad venture tonight...

Again, she found herself threatened with becoming lost in her own thoughts. It was maddening, the way a simple thought could call forth such strong emotions. But she set it aside as best she could, keeping her pace slow and easy for Castiel to keep up with. She didn't mind - they were certainly less likely to be taken by surprise, this way. Better than to be rushing, spurred on by emotion and ignoring obvious signs of danger...

"Is there anyone in particular you're looking to cure?"