"Don't-" Too late. Scar's shoulders hunched inward when Lust rested against him. He felt... not angry, but... awkward? Was that the word for it? He swallowed. He shifted. He glanced sideways at her.

This was a very specific type of discomfort he hadn't had to deal with in a very long time. It was several seconds before Scar collected his thoughts enough to speak.

"That doesn't matter-" His head turned to face her again as he spoke, but promptly looked back at the floor. Too close. Way too close.

"That doesn't matter." Didn't he just say that? "It's still... the way it is. We can't just..." Just what?