Pursing his lips, Issac thought a bit longer and sighed. He hoped his god would understand. If he truly had no choice, and his soul was already this demons property, then Issac had no choice but to ask for forgiveness. “Fangs?” He frowned; rubbing his neck at the idea of being bitten. That would be painful, but it was better than the other options he was presented with.<br/><br/>“I don’t lust.” Issac explained. “I am celibate. As a pastor, I must lead by example.” He informed. “Anyway, I have to finish cleaning before this evenings service. I’d rather just put this behind me.” He muttered. “You’re...I accept you, so please leave me alone.”