He could only blush softly when she would call him a good warrior, nodding slowly.<br/><br/>"There...actually is no priesthood. " He chewed his nail a moment. "I am the only priest training beneath the priestess. I am her son. Her one and only son because of the untimely death of my father in the battlefield. I would have been part of the guard as the others were I not her only child. A daughter would have been her student." He explained, not understanding fully just how much that altered his life. Being the son and student of a priestess gave him a much broader outlook, broader than even his mother's who possessed only a priestess' eyes, whilst her son possessed a warriors alongside a priest's gaze, seeing so much more of the world than any of his kind.<br/><br/>He settled, watching her wander toward the entrance. "When the population of our tribe is not in questions..yes..we are free to choose. As for my desires..my body may have wished to surrender to the Katze's whims but..I..have eyes for another..." He said plainly. "I would not squander my purity to a prostitute's eager seduction...when there is another I would choose to give myself to..."<br/><br/>His ears flicked up at the noise, watching her before blinking as the messenger barged in. He looked to her before looking back to him. "it cannot be..the Hume would not attack when their OWN diplomats reside here, idiot!" he said with a huff as if this should be obvious. "No there is another attacker, hiding so completely as to lead suspicion to others. I am sure the priestess has had the same conclusion..she is wise and worldly and knows much of battle and tactic from my returned teachings...we must go to her now."