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"If I were celibate," he cannot help but say, only slightly managing to look her in the eye, "it would not matter if you wanted me or not."

It had been a small part of the appeal of the Temple, if he's being honest. To have that entire social minefield removed completely, to no longer have to worry about making a fool of himself in front of pretty women he might wish to impress. To spend the entirety of his days in quiet contemplation as he studied in the Library, or brought alms to the poor.

"Shame does not much listen to reason."