Stavanger Bay It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

"n-no! not at all, reverie, that's-that's nothing to do with it!" lestan exclaimed, clasping one of her paws between his own, bending to kiss her wrist. "it's y-your — illness. sickness."
now his eyes were truly filled with guilt. 
"if y-you were too young to have blossom, then that makes me —" well, horrendous. piggish. lustful. unethical. 
demoralized, lestan opened his arms to her again. "it has n-nothing to do with your body, how you look, and all to do with me!!"