[Lust lifts her eyebrows and regards Wrath with a mild look.]

I can't imagine you have any great investment in stopping me writing the second half of my radio play.

[She intends to remain calm. She had been angry at him a month ago, but even in her rage she knew it wasn't his fault. By now, she doesn't care about all of that. It's worked out for the best, in the end.]

And even if for some reason you do, I can just re-write it. I know what's going to happen.