"! Yes! I would never stain myself with another woman, my Lady! That… that night, that woman one-sidedly decided to come into our place and…! It infuriated me… how shamelessly and disgracefully she tried to invade the place I was waiting for you… I told her from the moment I saw her to leave… yet if not because I forced her to do so… I-… I do not want to speak badly of a lady as such is what manners tell a gentleman not to do… however….. believe myself, my Lady… I… I would never let my hand touch or be touched by any other…"
"…"
"… not unless it is you… My lady Marianne…"
"…"
"Do believe me…"
Holding onto her hand, leaning and begging with the weakness of his sound, Zeleskiaz requested the lady to find truth in his words, inhaling her scent, nervous to lose it… even though the woman was lost in the tenderness her soul held with strength in the desire to believe his every word and expression…
