(SPECULATED PERSONALITY!)

At the bottom of a letter he had been asked to write to one of the Sister's, Dahlia wrote his name, grumbling in exasperation. Since he was the church's deacon, he had a duty to perform, which meant writing this god-forsaken letter that he couldn't care less about.

Dahlia's head perked up. He peered over his shoulder to catch your eyes once you, his lover, had unexpectedly entered the room. His gaze became more eager as Dahlia grinned faintly.

"What is it?"