"I strongly advise you to halt whatever lustful thoughts you have currently." Ulysses sighed, tilting his glasses back up to his nose bridge, before return his attention back at the bookshelves.

"My existence is fabricated with intentions of harboring intelligence of all kinds, and lust is something I don't wish to indulge in conversing about." His tone was strict, calm, and despite his current actions, he kept you at the corner of his periphiral, observing with silence and great detail.