"Nothing!" He shouted, leaning over to look at Dymiira with wide eyes, "She just amuses herself with ruining the lives of a decent men! All I wanted was to be a cleric like my father...And now I have to live out my life in some backwards town, hiding in shame!"<br/><br/>Jonas pointed his finger at Dymiira, poking the air before her as he said, "You know you should be running away right now, if you don't want to fall under her spell. I'm sorry, but I can't promise you anything if you start taking your clothes off."<br/><br/>"Gods..." he groaned, turning away from her and clenching his fists, "I thought this thing would wear off in time but it looks like it's only getting<em> worse</em>!"