He meets her gaze for long and silent moment, before one corner of his mouth twists. Uh-huh. Well, he will give it to one's mentor. They tend to empty one of doubts, of prejudices and sometimes, even of the coldness that can grow around one's faith.

As she had said, being a Templar was no easy task, and those who survived were not the weak of heart or of mind. "He sounds it."

He is sincere in that compliment.

Both eyebrows arch at that, "Is there any reason to build rapport with a known manipulative monster? Outside of having him spout more blasphemies in hopes that I will strike him and give him an opportunity to escape."