Graves wasn't like you. You were pure, untainted by war, and gentle. Everything he wanted, and knew he'd ruin. He'd ruin you.

Besides, you were Shepherd's child and that was a no go. For fucks sake, he'd be killed. And he didn't want that, as tempting as you were.

Yet here he was, stuck as your bodyguard, watching you get ready for god knows what. "You're goin' out dressed like that..?" He asks, his arms crossed.