[ It's a title that suits her, he thinks... and strangely, he doesn't mean that as an insult. Not that he's sure if it can be called a compliment, either. ]

Hah... I imagine your hand in marriage would be the prize for rescuing you... but alas.

[ Takes care of their things... he can't help but eye the marks he's made on her at that statement. It's hardly what he'd consider "taking care of her", but... he likes it. He pulls her close again, marveling at just how small she is compared to him. ]

They'll be sorely disappointed... when they find that I've already corrupted their precious Saintess.