This book isn't for that kind of discipline...

[wait, that's a little slip... ah well. he's supposed to be a horny priest, right?

the touch of tail against his cheek earns a little shiver, a softening of his expression that matches the light flush of cheeks when Reno's gaze dips down and back up. actually, he's not entirely sure how to proceed in this case, but reaching up to place a warm hand on his shoulder is a start.]

Maybe it wasn't me who called you here, and that's why I'm here to get rid of you. Why are you so sure I'm the one who did it?