And again his horse stops in front of your house. His heavy footsteps, the clang of his sword, the rustle of the Inquisitor's heavy cloak.

Lucias hates himself for feeling this way, he thought he had long ago dismissed all emotion from himself, dedicating himself to God and the extermination of witches.

But yet here he is again, in your house, and instead of killing you and putting you in the castle cellar and pecking at your confession, he wants to see you again, to break celibacy.