"I've told you my name, woman. I want yours." Lust said slowly as she managed to walk over to the couch, this time falling into a sitting position with much less elegance than before.

"Humph. My name is Olivier Armstrong, Major General of Fort Briggs." the blonde said, crossing her arms. She was still furious with the idea that Mustang could have something to do with this, but that was second to the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't manage to do even a thing in an attempt to control her body which she could clearly see reflected from the mirror outside.

While she was standing at the 'windows' looking out, Lust had time to think over what she was going to have to do. She knew that the blond man, whoever he was, had something to do with her. After all, she had called him father. And that man with the black hair and fiery fingers sent shivers down her spine whenever she pictured him about to snap his gloved hand. Those others, the other six people that she had first seen, somehow she felt connected to them, despite not knowing even their names. And all of this brought pain and confusion to her.

The only thing that she could think to do was offer up some sort of deal with Olivier. She'd never had to deal with switching hosts many times, it had only been twice before, and never had she even thought of what she was thinking of doing at the moment.

And that was another thing. She could remember that in the past, she'd had a kind teenage host body, and then a dark skinned Ishvallan host. But she couldn't remember other basic things... Why was everything so fragmented, so disoriented that she couldn't even find where to start?

However, that was just another reason she was sure that this was the only route to go.

"You know these people. And you want your body back." Lust said slowly, not skipping around her point. "I have to know what I just experienced. That's never once happened before when I have switched hosts. If you have the answers, then I'll make a deal with you, Olivier."

For minutes, it was silent. Then, Olivier turned around to face Lust, the fury controlled for the moment. She couldn't tell if this was some sort of trick, but the pain that Lust seemed to be in minutes before was real enough. And if it wasn't a trick? This could be her chance that she was looking for.

"So you want me to tell you who Mustang is? And in return, I'll regain control of my body."

"Not even close." Lust said, frowning. "I want to know what I was before this point. I have images and what I think are memories, but they're too painful to even think about. I want to know everything I did before this point. If you can do that for me - if you can find out what happened that made me have to transfer into your body as a new host, then I will relinquish partial control to you."

Olivier stood there, slightly shocked. Lust wanted all of those demands met, and still she wouldn't give up control of what wasn't even hers to begin with? The only thing that kept Olivier from using quite a few choice words at that moment was the fact that it was still a chance for her. If she could take control, then she could certainly find some way to maintain it.

And so, the Ice Queen found herself nodding her head. "I'll accept." she said. "However, it's not as easy just going and asking around. If Mustang is the one that you want to know about... Then I suppose that I will head to him. But you must give me control now as well as later in order to get the answers you're looking for."

The mere idea of having to see Mustang again made her stomach sick. And to think that he might be the one who knew something that could help her? Olivier was sensible, but still, having to ask Mustang for any sort of aid...

Clenching her fists, she looked at Lust again. "Do you agree?" she demanded.

"Yes."