Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

Did he really want to fix her specifically? Maybe, maybe not. Does he want to influence others? Yes. Was anyone truly fixable? No. Sin is ruthless, impossible to rid oneself of, hence why he constantly prays — prays for others too. Maybe Vanity needs praying for. He notes for a second.

Though she says yes, he doubts her. A wicked yet cunning smile comes to his face as he looks to her, eyes half lidded. It’s almost cocky in its appearance. “You don’t need to change. You’re perfect the way you are. After all, God made you that way didn’t he?” He hums back as if he knows all the answers in the world. Then an upwards tilt of his head, a chin slightly up his smile remains. “I like you, Vanity.” Is all he says, but not in a suggestive way. Merely one that says Oh, yes. This will be fun.