Lust had a smile on his face, his thumbs moving at a fast pace as he typed a message to someone. It was unusual to see him text, as he rarely texted you. Curiously, you tried to look over, until he quickly hid his phone from your view.

Ummm..what are you doing? Why are you trying to look at my phone? Do you not trust me? It’s not like I’m doing anything. You’re paranoid, and being controlling.

Mumbling another sentence or two under his breath, Lust moved away, refusing to engage with you.