[ In truth, before coming to this world and having his sexuality awoken, he would have kept women in his eyes. Even if it was from afar or stuffed deep down when he had far more pressing matters to attend to day in and day out. But as Olivine apologizes and reaches for Ragna's where it bunches in his shorts, the priest would find that his hand shifts to clasp his right back. Giving it a squeeze as he half-frowns. Not at the man by his side, but how he wasn't a fan of having this forced upon him.

If there's a saving grace in all this? It's that it wasn't that rabbit meat from before. Otherwise, one of them may have found the other slammed mercilessly against the nearest vertical surface without relent. Instead, it's the Grim Reaper who gets to his feet first.

The only twist is that he still hasn't let go of Olivine's hand as he looks back down at him, urging him to come stand with him before this gets any worse. It seems that he wasn't ready to be alone yet after all. ]

I think WE need to go somewhere. [ A beat. ] They gave me a gazebo down the beach.

[ Despite the flush in his face beneath the "night" sky, there's a sense of focus in those mismatched hues of his that says that he wouldn't just throw Olivine to the wolves in this steadily aphrodisiac-laden state. ]

Unless you don't want me taking the edge off with you, I'll let go right now.

[ While he still can anyway. ]