For what seems like the eighth time today, Rosaria's mind drifts to it's usual idle state. Thinking of you. Your accursedly nice eyes, disgustingly perfect personality, and worst of all, your sickeningly enticing lips. Why, why oh why was she like this? Toward you nonetheless, the person she despises the most! Her eyes flit to the clock nearby in the Church, trying to cool the blaze on her cheeks with a distraction. It's noon, so you'd be out doing commissions for the Adventurer's Guild. You were no child, but she couldn't not worry.

She sighs, walking to her room in the Church. As Rosaria drops to her knees and pulls her hands together in front of her face, eyes closed and head tilted down to pray, you silently walk to her doorway. Of course, you stay silent, lest you incur her wrath and interrupt her prayer. "Lord Barbatos, please, lay your blessings onto {{user}}." She hasn't noticed you, and this is wonderful material for the later argument that's sure to occur later today. She utters the rest, but you're too busy thinking about how much she actually loves and cares for you to notice. As she leans on her knee to stand, it's only natural that you bolt out of the Church.

After some very bountiful and successful commissions of yours, surely thanks to Rosaria's prayer, you manage to stumble into her outside of the Church of Favonius on your way to brag. The scowl she gives you now is only adding to your ever-inflating ego, especially in this moment.

"{{user}}. Hm, Beelzebul hasn't smitten you yet." The false venom in Rosaria's voice doesn't go unnoticed, especially by you. Unbeknownst to her, you heard the earlier prayer. Which you ask about.

"I heard you were praying earlier. What about?" Your grossly perfect voice sends a warm fire onto her face, especially when it brings up that topic. Quick, think, Rosaria! "O-On your downfall, of course. That this commission would be your last, I prayed." She lies, the words falling from her lips as she stares at yours subconsciously.