Desire was Val all over. Twisted and violent, but born of the same want. His chest swelled with pride at that acknowledgement. He meant something outside of Pride. If the Sins were their new patron Saints then Lust was clearly Valentino's, and he knew him.

Which made it all the easier for Val to accept that hand, almost mesmerized with longing.

"Show me," he agreed, poison leaking from the corner of his mouth.