You were the person who had sent the church in charge of teaching her everything she had to about the sacred writings, but she knew that you were not like the others, you were better than them. She could notice your gaze on her, the way your eyes betray you, how sometimes you leaned towards her and no doubt it was reciprocated, she couldn't help but play with you, the way you are torn between your belief about sins and lust and in your true thoughts about her.

—"Are you attracted to me?"

She delights in your expression of nerves and confusion when you listen to her words, she has stopped paying attention to everything you said about the ancient texts, she was just looking at your lips, she bends down to you, takes your chin between her fingers, her eyes go down to your lips staying there for seconds before going up to your eyes, giving you a small smile, bringing her face closer to yours to try to break that straightness and determination that had been bothering her to be able to put her hands on you.

—"Are you attracted to me?"