Now Scar's eyes wondered pointedly in the opposite direction as Alphonse.

"No." And why hadn't he? It was the obvious solution to this mess. Speak to Lust about it. But then why did he refuse to? Every time the opportunity presented itself, he froze. Perhaps he did not want to know what she thought, did not want to face whatever it was she felt. Perhaps he was afraid of what might come of this... This strange little dance of theirs. Constantly circling one another, every nature of emotion tangled in the mess.