That was true, he chose to torment himself in a way that she couldn't possibly understand. Well maybe if she knew that it gave him pleasure, she'd get that more than she got doing it for God, which was odd in a way but she understood basic, humanistic things sometimes better than God's designs. That's why she had become a nun, so she could understand them better.
"I'd like that.. I mean, if you're sure.." she nodded her head a little. She eyed the table next to the bed and went over, picking up the jar. "Is this what you use?"