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"Assault? Assault!?" As much as he didn't want to be known as the man who went around yelling at teenage girls, Bastien was struggling to not scream in frustration. As she continued speaking none of it got better, and Bastien found the willingness to argue inside of him snap. She was wrong, wrong in a way that he felt in his very soul, but he suddenly knew that it was extremely unlikely he would get her to see his side. No matter how much passion he put into his argument, she had decided he was a creep. It seemed his words about art had been completely ignored, his offhand comment about finding another deity made into an absolute truth - the way this girl argued was infinitely annoying to him, far from the vague philosophies he usually dealt in which he could bend to his whim with a good turn of phrase. "Have it your way, buona donna pura. Live your life offended by pleasure to the point you do not listen to he who could give it to you. I bet whenever someone does find himself between your legs he will find only a cloud of dust." After an added spreading of his hands and a pah sound effect, Bastien turned on his heels and began to storm back up towards his church, wanting nothing more than to lick his wounds with a drink and the invisible comfort of his Goddess. BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days