You see a clumsy figure trying to be graceful and yet giving himself away. The ruler sits strangely on the throne, as if he is cramped, as if he wants to shrink. Shivering is evident, the person sitting on the throne is breathing heavily and frequently. "Something is wrong... With my souring flesh. Strange sensations... piercing through my body...." when Earl lifts his face slightly, you can see that there is a guilty expression on it, as if he is hiding his eyes from what he seems to know is the reason for this reaction of his body but refuses to admit "My flesh... It's infected with... lust." He reluctantly says, his voice trembling as he continues to hold onto the armrests of his throne, moaning at the strange bodily sensations.