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Bastien stood quietly and listened to all of Phoebe's long rant, his eyes growing wide and his eyebrows raising as he did. The anger from before came back in full force as she continued to misinterpret his motivations and intentions, seemed determined to get the absolute worst impression of him from his words. He was shocked mute until she turned on her heels, at which point he stepped forward and began to speak, his voice louder than he meant. "Would you give such an uncharitable interpretation and no chance to defend myself?" He began, surprised with the passion (and undercurrent of something whinier, something hurt and small) in his voice. "You hardly listen to anything I have to say then assume me a cad! I have not tricked anyone. I have not ever considered Safrin, nor anyone, simply a sexual being and nothing more. You hardly know me, piccolo fiore, to make such assumptions. I don't know about you but we are all looking for a purpose here, and if I can find it helping a Goddess I admire, it is a start." He had less defense for his methods of worship, but they certainly weren't motivated by Safrin's gender. He would just as willingly give himself to a male God, consider him as beautiful. "You assume I do this for Safrin for she is a woman. Tell me, Phoebe, do you know that men can love other men? I do. I would give the gifts of love and sexuality to a God of any gender and believe me, they are gifts. Perhaps it is just 'getting laid' to you. To me, it is not. To me, it is something beautiful and for anyone." Piece said, he stayed still with his hands bunched into fists at his sides, frustrated at how quickly he had been painted so poorly. "If you make such quick negative ideas in your head of everyone you meet, you will not make many friends." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days