“I can’t do that.”
“Yeah you can. You want to.”
“You want to, but you won’t. What does that mean?” Lust kicked off her shoes.
“It just means that I won’t.” Principle crossed his arms and legs.
Lust glared at him. “You know what your problem is?” she said, “You make too many assumptions.”
“I don’t have a purpose without assumptions,” Principle said in his infuriatingly soft voice. “And I’ve got just as much a right to purpose as you.”
Lust shook her head. She threw her hair out of her face. “Don’t make me bring Reason into this.”
“I don’t mean to be arrogant, but you know as well as I that Reason can’t hold a candle to myintellect.”
“Then I will seduce you.”
Principle promptly stood up and tore off the hem of his shirt. He tied it around his eyes. “Everyone knows that a male’s eyes are his primary point of entry. Now you can never get me.”
Lust rolled her eyes and slapped his butt. He leaped and landed with his hands on his navel, twirling absurdly. “Faith!” he shouted, “Back me up!”
Faith just blinked owlishly. “But Lust is my best friend.”
“You owe me one!” Principle snarled in what he probably thought was an intimidating way, but he was facing away from Faith and didn’t realize it.
Faith rested a hand on his arm and he stiffened a little. “It’s true,” she said, “You helped me in my time of need. But when I tried to pay you back you were such a prude about it.”
“My mouth is my own.”
“It’s not nice to be rejected.”
Lust groaned. “Will you two just make out already?”
Faith shrugged. “I tried. He’ll full of hangups.”
“That’s not all he’s full of!”
“There is a process in place,” Principle said through gritted teeth. “I have to do things in the proper way.”
Faith rubbed her eyes and Lust hugged her. “Poor Faith,” she said.
Faith was crying. “He looks ever so cute in that blindfold.”
“I know, honey. Don’t worry, I’ll get the stick out of his ass.”
“I’m trying, sweetheart. Anything for you.”
Principle huffed. He ripped the blindfold off. “I am not attractive by any means,” he said, but the hem of his shirt was on the floor and a sliver of his stomach was showing like the rind of a fresh bitten pear.
“He took the blindfold off because you said it was cute,” Lust whispered in Faith’s ear. “Just keep doing like that. It’s called reverse psychology.”
“But that doesn’t seem right,” Faith replied. “I have to believe he’ll find his own way.”