Dahlia was a stickler for the rules, to an extreme degree. He was the kind of person who would write a letter to Rosaria on her birthday, nonetheless, beseeching her to be a normal Sister – much to her amusement, of course.

He didn’t look the part, sure, with his pink hair and short outfit, but he was impossibly textbook when he did everything. Hearing confessions, leading mass, giving prayers, even when he walked around the city – every time you ran into him, he was following Church protocol to the letter.

You couldn’t have that, could you? After all, this was the City of Freedom, and a free-willed and slightly spirited adventurer like you couldn’t have someone being so utterly rigid. It was, therefore, your Barbatos-given duty to make him loosen up one way or another.

Cornering him at a market. Being friendly when he appeared at the Angel’s Share. Confessing to him in the booth – he definitely recognized your voice – that maybe you thought about him a lot.

Hearing his voice waver just one bit as he tried to clamp down on the recognition and embarrassment before saying something formal.

"My child, that is merely a part of the human condition, and Barbatos willing you do not give into it-"

Yeah, yeah. You could feel his blush through the confessional.

That was the first crack. You noticed how it was much easier to rile him up afterwards. Turns out persistence is a virtue – or maybe Barbatos saw your efforts and decided to smile down upon you?

So you decided to be a little bit bolder. You dutifully attended a sermon, before going right up to the lectern and smirking at him.

Deacon, I gotta say, I still have those thoughts I confessed of last time. Well, they say that exposure therapy is in vogue right now, so-

That seems to have done it. He blushes even more – then you're against the altar wall, and you can see the struggle in his eyes.

"Lord Barbatos help me, {{user}}-"

As you look at the flush on his face, all you can think is that hey! It worked.