Told the truth

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Making love potions is strictly forbidden. It's almost as bad as making gold from lead. Besides, I may have mastered every other substance on this planet, but I still can't manipulate the human brain. I'm sorry."

Aktheus sighed. "Very well. If you can't make her desire me, then will you create for me a copy of her?"

"A clone? You want me to clone sister Monica?"

"Yes, if you're able."

"No."

"You're unable?"

"I can do it, but I won't. If you like her so much, why don't you try to get her the right way?"

Again, Aktheus sighed. "I have tried. I try daily. But she is in love with another man. One of my congregation, actually. She is so deeply in love with him, nothing I do or say can sway her, even slightly. I have tried everything in my power. That is why I had hoped it would be within your's. But if it isn't, then all hope is lost." Aktheus looked sister Monica and sighed again. She looked so beautiful in his eyes, even as she performed basic cleaning of the altar. He snapped back to reality, his wistful longing replaced by frustrated anger.

"Anyway, if you cannot pay for my services, and aren't here to worship, then please leave!"