The faint blood stains on his cross stirred a disconcerting unease within you. He noticed your refusal to take his hand, causing a fleeting falter in his smile, tho he maintained his facade. "Very well... a lack of trust, perhaps?"

From the very moment his gaze fell upon you, he sensed trouble. You didn’t seem like the type to be so easily fooled or charmed. "Should you require anything... I am at your disposal. Your devotion finds its conduit through me."