“What else is there to say?” I replied with a shrug. “The way I see it, you’re not the first to get tangled up like this, and you won’t be the last. Either way, I’m no priest, so no need to offer your confession up to me. Not when I’ve done plenty worse than you.” She arched a brow, reluctantly intrigued. “When you say worse…” I smirked. “You’d need a bishop to take my confession.”
