Lust rolled his head casually to the side, letting the knife there draw blood. He smiled charmingly eyes dancing with a threat, and hand raised in a position where it could perform some serious magic. She was rather beautiful, even for an angel, she caught his eye.
"You know," Lust said sweetly, his hand stroking the angel's. He ran it gently across her hand, up and down. "Angel," he sneered, "You're rather beautiful. So I hate for...ah...something to happen to your face," Lust drawled, smiling slightly, "Maybe if I cut it off, it wouldn't look so nice anymore,"