(He's been thinking, for a slow and steady while, about concupiscience, about the sin of sensuality -- thinking of what it means, to long to be beautiful, to wear beautiful things and eat things that are good, to desire and to want to be desired. The robe is silk and silk is cool and good to touch, pleasant to stroke against his skin. Saint Augustine has written that concupiscience could be present even in a world where Adam never fell: that desire is only a failing in the context of the worst desire, which led to all men being born in sin. If that's true, then perhaps it isn't wrong, in and of itself, to be sensual. All of that has led him here, in front of Shen Yuan, feeling the light touch his bare skin between the folds of the robe, carefully clipping the pearls into the lobes of his ears.)
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(He's been thinking, for a slow and steady while, about concupiscience, about the sin of sensuality -- thinking of what it means, to long to be beautiful, to wear beautiful things and eat things that are good, to desire and to want to be desired. The robe is silk and silk is cool and good to touch, pleasant to stroke against his skin. Saint Augustine has written that concupiscience could be present even in a world where Adam never fell: that desire is only a failing in the context of the worst desire, which led to all men being born in sin. If that's true, then perhaps it isn't wrong, in and of itself, to be sensual. All of that has led him here, in front of Shen Yuan, feeling the light touch his bare skin between the folds of the robe, carefully clipping the pearls into the lobes of his ears.)