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"...Hm. I suppose you are right." Bastien conceded, not having attached the idea of Phoebe as a midwife to Phoebe as a person who would know about all the facts of life. It made sense, and he felt a little silly for not realising it earlier. "I apologise for the incorrect assumption, then. You are simply a picture of innocent youth and I couldn't help the jump, cara." As Phoebe stepped out, he turned around and locked the door behind them, patting the wood with a warm smile before he left, the pride practically beaming off of him. The assumption that Phoebe made about his chosen deity made sense, he supposed, from what he knew of Frey, but he thought the stars would have been a giveaway - it did not occur to Bastien that not everyone had seen Safrin. "No, not Frey. I have never met them...though I am sure they are a fine God. We appear to have similar interests." He chuckled and began to walk, heading towards the temple and Rathskeller. "My church is for Safrin. I met her at the shrine a few weeks ago and...my life is changed. She gave me this gift, see?" He held out the pendant on his chest for Phoebe to look at. "And her beauty had me entranced. I only know one way to do things and I hope it will impress her. She wanted me to spread her name. And well...this way it will certainly be on a lot of lips." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days