Joscelin followed his gaze, unsurprised to see what he was looking at. The sight was pretty enough, he supposed, but he refused to let it affect him- he was stronger than that. He would not apostatize simply because he was left alone in a strange place. He was a Cassiline, not a man given to debauchery and easy sex.

"Whether she is here or not, my vows remain the same." His voice was verging on frosty, though it remained even and calm at the same time. The idea of enjoying himself here was... abominable. In a place like this, it would be impossible.