Well, I’d hardly turn down a gentleman’s invitation, [ she says, sounding neither particularly invited nor ladylike, and her eyebrows pull down as though she's thinking very hard about some way to act in spite while still not defying the perfectly logical thrust of every statement made thus far. ] But maybe you’ll forgive my ignorance. If you'll give me a second...
[ Despite any vocal or behavioral reticence, Lust is totally going to tail him to the food sabotage when he decides to depart, but first!! She steps away from Arthur with no particular regard and closes in on the horses, seeking whichever specimen pushes most intensely against its restraints. Her mind, unlike the numerous souls whose background noise is causing the horses to rebel, works just as brutally.
Instructions are instructions is fine for a human to abide by – by her own reckoning, in fact, it's ideal – but for her, that's just not the case. Instructions that merit her unquestioning obedience should be given by someone with the authority to command, the authority to create. Someone she's disappointed very severely. Someone who she abandoned without ever intended to. Someone...
Anyway. While her stupid self-important homunculus internal monologue is going, Lust reaches out as if meaning to stroke the horse, and suddenly it appears to have miraculously broken free from its tethers. With the bulk of her well-shrouded body standing in between Arthur and the horse, it's hard to tell exactly what she did, but probably she just had a dagger hanging around and cut some ropes, right? Either way, when she walks back, it seems she's picking up on the conversation precisely where she left it. ]
it's time to light up the diggy diggy dark
[ Despite any vocal or behavioral reticence, Lust is totally going to tail him to the food sabotage when he decides to depart, but first!! She steps away from Arthur with no particular regard and closes in on the horses, seeking whichever specimen pushes most intensely against its restraints. Her mind, unlike the numerous souls whose background noise is causing the horses to rebel, works just as brutally.
Instructions are instructions is fine for a human to abide by – by her own reckoning, in fact, it's ideal – but for her, that's just not the case. Instructions that merit her unquestioning obedience should be given by someone with the authority to command, the authority to create. Someone she's disappointed very severely. Someone who she abandoned without ever intended to. Someone...
Anyway. While her stupid self-important homunculus internal monologue is going, Lust reaches out as if meaning to stroke the horse, and suddenly it appears to have miraculously broken free from its tethers. With the bulk of her well-shrouded body standing in between Arthur and the horse, it's hard to tell exactly what she did, but probably she just had a dagger hanging around and cut some ropes, right? Either way, when she walks back, it seems she's picking up on the conversation precisely where she left it. ]
What did those movies lead you to believe?