How is this a question?

"Sure, when do we start?" you ask, trying to hide your excitement in more ways than one.

"Great, maybe now I can finally-- wait. Really?!"

Now this was unexpected. Did she really expect you to refuse? Then again, she'd used the test incident in the hopes that you'd acquiesce. Surely it couldn't be that difficult for an attractive Altmer like her to get a volunteer (or five). Unless...

"Are you a virgin?"

"Wh-- No! I-I mean...I fail to see how that's relevant to the purpose of the ritual."

The blush that spread all the way to her pointed ears as she became more and more flustered couldn't help but evoke a smile from you. There was more to Faralda than her proud, authoritative facade.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Mr. Avenicci, and lose the robes!" she ordered brusquely, rising to her feet and working to undo the belt and sash that secured her modesty.

There it goes again...