[Somehow that offends Khamu'wo more. A priest who wants to exercise a freedom he seldom can is understandable, at least. He doesn't condone it, of course, feeling those who have sworn themselves to an ideology should remain ever faithful to it—but he can understand momentary weaknesses.

But this... arsehole here, this incorrigible man who wishes to tease and tantalize with toned and tender flesh has not even that excuse—nay, there is nothing forgivable about this.

With ears folded back, his tail rigid, Khamu'wo slams his hands down on his desk as he raises from his seat. Staring down at the Ishgardian before him, he snarls in distaste.]

Not only are you a shameless lecher, but too a fraudulent Father? 'Tis one thing to act outside the norms of your society when you are far from its belly, but quite another to pretend you have a position you do not. Particularly to gain satisfaction that is ill owed to you. You are reprehensible and I condemn you for such tastelessness and treachery.

[With a swift and angry gesticulation of his hand, he points to the door. He nearly hisses the word out in his frustration:]

Leave.