"Oh. Okay... I'm Jonas." He replied, nodding as he hastily combed his hair to look more dignified. The priest turned back to the interior of the room and Dymiira could indeed sense the lingering sexual arousal of two people from beyond the door, still very pronounced as she had apparantly interupted the pair before they could finish.<br/><br/>"I was... just... uh..." The young man stammered, turning his attention back to the elan. Arvin was correct in that he hardly seemed like the stereotypical cleric; and was not much older than the courier. He had dusty brown hair that looked as if it was shaved a few months ago, but had since been grown out. Jonas' eyes were green and he wore simple robes befitting his station. A woman appeared beside him, looking equally discheveled as her dress was obviously put on with haste. "He was just taking a look at my fever, that's all." She said with a husky rasp in her voice that did little to hide any suspicion of their lecherous deeds. Dymiira could feel a spike in the sensations of annoyance as Jonas smiled weakly and turned his gaze upon the woman.