Luitwin heard the man out, giving him his set of clothes and staring him down as he dressed. His face was contorted in scruitiny, a squint with a furrowed brow and a hard scowl. While in truth he wasn't terribly upset over it, the sight of Ardnt tensed up over monk's hands sparked a strike of heat up his body. He felt he had some power over him, and Ardnt's words only further proved that. Luitwin stood in silence, expression softening as he strode up to the newly dressed man and took up one of his hands. He placed a palm over it, holding it as if it were something dear to him. "I would.. like to talk about the days ahead of us, Ardnt." Slowly setting his hands down, he gestured to the door.<br/><br/>"I want to know what you feel your fate is after we enter the coast... I know these men around us have the power to try you for any crimes they've found on your name. A face like yours is unique in this corner of the world, I would be wary.." He spoke all too softly for the words to seem as threatening as the sum of their parts, almost with a kind tilt, as they walked back down the hall. "A sodomite with blood on their hands will have little respect from the court. But I don't want to see anyone hung, not you." At the mouth of the hallway, back into their quarters, he took a moment to look over Ardnt's hands again, this time in deeper thought. "I would rather see you redeemed, I don't believe that these hands are only capable of carnal sins and acts of violence. You would have drowned at sea had god not brought you to me. To know that you've been pulled on board at all, at such an hour when the sun began to set, out here in the middle of  nowhere, and of all ships one with holy presence."<br/><br/>If Ardnt had simply been picked up by fishers he would have been lucky enough, but a voyage blessed with safety and an opportunity for change, Luitwin felt almost frustrated that the man was so stubborn in the face of truth. That truth was fate, his life was proof enough for it.<br/><br/>"What will you do...? Would you try to run once you have land to walk on? Are you confident that you are so free of sin you can escape conviction?" His voice hushed, "I would prefer to see you protected by laws of sanctuary, that you feel a desire to reconcile with yourself, with god. I don't want you to be seen as an old dog on his last leg, unworthy of redemption."<br/><br/>Luitwin leaned down to plant his lips on one of Ardnt's fingers the same way one would a king. It was a submissive, even romantic, but ultimately a cultural gesture indicating he wished to serve himself. The monk offered himself to aide in making sure Ardnt had a life left to live, that he could be saved from his own damnation. Lingering, he soon walked Ardnt over to his bed, having him sit and bring some relief to those weary legs. "Instead of refusing me, I can only ask that you give my offer some time. Please.. give it thought."<br/><br/>The monk stopped before disappearing into the hallway, turning back to Ardnt, inquisitive. "I imagine you wouldn't be opposed to a glass of water, maybe some bread to fill you up this morning? You have a long, unexciting day ahead of you I'm sure. The least you could do is satisfy your stomach." Luitwin left to see if the cook had anything to offer for a small breakfast, coming back several minutes later with a small basket in his hands, a plate with some slices of bread and a cup of water on it's lid. He set the plate at Ardnt's side, quietly taking the basket with him to his own room, full of washed rags and some laundry the cabin boy stopped to give him along the way.