( Well, that's not what he meant. Not quite. It's true, he did intend to give her his utmost attention and care, giving himself over to her in body and mind. But, how much longer could he stand to watch her suffer in silence like this? Raised as a sheep for slaughter, caged within the walls of this godforsaken castle? More than anyone else, she knew that he hated this life for her. )

No, I--. ( Her shock takes him aback, perhaps he should have made his intentions more clear. ) I think I'm beginning to realize what matters to me.

( It's not the grail. )

And I don't want to see you locked here for another eight years.

( In spite of his confession, Iri will find he is quite visibly aroused as she strips away his trousers. As for himself, his fingers have found their way in her hair, for now, languidly pulling through the strands. )