He asks about being prone to lust

Marus was curious, intrigued even - "Tell me, paladin," he purred, his voice dripping with a sickening sweetness that made Mira's skin crawl. "Why do you consider yourself prone to lust? It's strange words for a virgin - especially from one as gorgeous as you." His eyes trailed over her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips, making Mira feel like an animal on display. Like an animal in heat.

Mira bit her lip, trying to decide how to answer him. She couldn't tell a lie, and staying silent didn't seem wise either - demons have methods to get the information they need, and those methods can be rather unpleasant, to say the least. She decided to proceed honestly, as Paladin should (as long as it doesn't endanger innocents) - "I... I have had... thoughts."

"Thoughts?" Marus cocked his head, feigning confusion. "And? Everyone has them from time to time. What's so special about yours?"

Mira blushed, her cheeks burning with shame. "After some.. many battles... I... I would imagine... that I wasn't on the battlefield anymore," she whispered, her voice barely audible and full of embarrassed pauses. "That I was... married... " Her heart pounded underneath her firm chest as she confessed her deepest, darkest secret - "And... and sometimes my mind would... wander..."

Marus leaned in closer, his eyes alight with interest. "Wander to where exactly?" he whispered. It was beyond amusing to the demon, he even forgot about his desire to take the naked paladin right there and then.

"I... I would imagine him..." Mira's voice trailed off as she blushed even more, her whole body on fire now adding to the existing arousal, "and my fingers... I'd touch myself..." She couldn't believe she was saying this out loud to a demon of all creatures.

Marus chuckled, "And? What would happen next in your little lustful adventures?" Of course, he knew what would come next, but he wanted her to say it, to hear the sweet sound of her weird confession.

"It's... it is wrong!" Mira cried out, tears forming in her eyes as memories of war pushed the sweet desires of the flesh away from the mind. "But I couldn't help it! After fighting and killing all day, after seeing dead and wounded, it was the only thing that brought me peace.... Not even prayer... It was the only working way to forget the horrors of your war. Even if just for a moment."

"Don't tell me you plan to cry! Should I give you an actual reason to cry?" Marus snarled, annoyance clear in his tone. He despised weakness, especially when displayed by the enemy he actually respected.

"You may do what you want. I am ready to endure," a stubborn reaction came from Mirra, yet her voice was still shaky from the mix of emotions coursing through her.