Considering that in Lash's very short mortal life had now both kissed an Overlord and a god of Chaos, one could call it a pretty hefty portfolio for the first two men who touched your lips in your life. However from the way she coughing right now and trying to wash the her tongue with her hand, wishing for a perfect stranger to appear with a bar of soap and offer it to her.... she was royally pissed.

"GROSS GROSS GROSS!"

But not stupid to try that again. But if looks could kill...the Chaos guy would be dead right now. She could care less of cash prizes as an opportunity to give the guy some serious physical damage.