Lust has clearly taken Jack by surprise, and his poker face drops. He starts to raise his hand, as if to touch those fingers that are lightly brushing across him. But he pauses and thinks better of it and lets his hand drop again. "Done." Very quiet, but resolute. This is no longer a game.

Or maybe it still is. But now that Jack knows the stakes, he can play better.

"A soul. Not just any soul, but your soul." Jack points at Lust's hand. "Using the Stone to get back what's yours? Not a problem at all. I've known people that have lost their humanity and then relished in it. Or thought that doing as much harm to other people as possible was the way to get it back. Or thought that they became something greater and then had to steal away what they could from other people to make them the same. It's all just a way to justify their existence."

Jack nods. "This is the same. But without taking from somebody else. So okay. Count me in, then." Jack grins devilishly.