Duty-bound, interested only in mankind's wellbeing

"Duty-bound? Is that to say that you're hesitant, not eager?" the man questioned, stopping his quill for a moment and raising an eyebrow. "You know what it means to be a squire, don't you? This life has always been clear to you and it's always a choice."

You told him that it was difficult to explain, but in the end, what you meant was that you were duty-bound to the prophecy. The barren plague had made a waste of the pool of eligible males in the city. There was **** but to devote yourself, in this way. Whether you felt love or lust didn't come into it. You'd perform your duty as a soldier of Geod must perform any task required of him. If you or the saintesses derived some sort of pleasure from the act, then so be it, but your goal was solely to save Geod's people.

The man nodded with something like respect glinting in his eye. "We all do what's required of us, don't we? Whether that's laying with another or… nevermind. Best not to speak of such things," he grumbled, recording your answer. "But for the sake of your partner, I implore you to find the heat of passion before the moment of. You'll find the saintesses may not be all be so mission-minded as you and me."