[ oh gods have mercy on him. ]

... You won't like what I'm about to tell you, Lucina. Probably made even worse that it's coming from an incorrigible flirt like myself. But I speak the truth. I can assure you.

[ he clears his throat. ]

There is ... one form of currency that this realm demands of its inhabitants. Currency that is rewarded with anything you could ever want prior to arriving. Falchion, for instance.

That currency being, well ... it's ... um. It's ... sex.