"Yeah." The young priest grumbled as he straightened his hair in a nearby mirror, "I'm<em>cursed.</em>Awhile back, this witch's wanted to wreck my whole career as a cleric, so she put a hex on me; the more time I spend near any woman, the sooner they start throwing themselves at me. It got to the point where my own<em>sister</em>got all hormonal around me!"<br/><br/>"That wasn't enough, though!" He griped, gritting his teeth as he parted his hair, "It wasn't working as she had initially planned... so she cursed me<em> again.</em>If I didn't... sate my urges... well, it's<em>not</em>a situation I'd like to repeat."<br/><br/>"There." Jonas concluded with a sharp glance towards Dymiira, "Are you done laughing at me?"