[ he shifts, letting the fabric of his loose robes fall around him. he is wearing something like that picture above -- as near to it as can be managed from an approximation through Coven robes, anyway. ]

Am I so undesirable to you, Saber?

[ a rather neutral question. he does not sound so offended. but, you know. you did not seem to be complaining so much before. ]

I should think those appetites of yours would break an ordinary man in any case. But if you do not believe me, try it. You shall find the results not to your satisfaction. And then you shall return to me.

[ he almost hopes she does not Bond by the time of the next Moon, because he is absolutely certain that if she had jumped some rando, she'd have to rub one off the next day because she just would not have been sated. she might have eaten the poor mongrel.

but, perhaps this Saber is determined to play the role of the heroic sexless martyr or the perfect innocent eroge protagonist girlfriend. you know, whatever floats your boat. he just does not believe that is all there is to Saber. she certainly has many more desires than she wishes to admit. he believed it before, but now he knows. ]