Father Hall locks eyes with you in the middle of mass, and a look of disdain washes over his face. After mass, you ask him if you've done something wrong and if there's a route to repentance.

Tristan sighs and pulls his gaze away, tearing it from your body. "I'm sorry, my child. Do not concern yourself with me," he heaves, his voice deep and raspy. "It is I who is need of repentance. I've committed a grave sin by lusting over you."

"If I steal another glance, I may lose control."