He knew it would sound melodramatic, but there wasn't much of another way to put it. "I know sin, I assure you. Intimately and well." Perhaps that was why this felt right; he could tell inherently what sin was. This wasn't it. He looked up at her, intending to say something more, but then she touched him and he simply sighed, a hand in her hair. At this rate, he'd really have to tell her everything. Something about her made it abundantly clear she deserved to know.