Your kindness is sickening. It makes his skin crawl every time he witnesses it: when you help the teiflings, when lend a few gold to a child begging for it, when you spare the lives of whatever creatures are left grovelling at your feet. He hates it, and he can't understand it.

"Why are you so... generous all the time?" He asks with a disgusted tone one evening. The other companions have turned in for the night, leaving the two of you alone.

"Truly, it baffles me."