You know there was a point in my life when I had considered a religious vocation.
It turned out my vocation was a cynical, misanthropic drunken sybarite.
((Aphrodisiac)) "You have no idea how much I want to." Grantaire whispered licking his lips as he held Enjolras at arms length. "Really no idea. But I can't take advantage of you like that. It's not right."