He brushed her hands away and leaned back. "No. You underestimate me. Whatever sins you would urge me to commit, you are no longer within me. I am a man now, and while men have their own longings, there is nothing tempting in this. You are not Patsy. I will not desecrate the one I love."

And he did love her. More than he could ever hope to love himself. He couldn't bear to cause her pain and so- and so he knew he could not free her. He knew the toll of an exorcism on the host and he could not willingly subject her to that. His failed attempt would only hurt her more.

He sent out a message. «The darksoul is in St. Peter's Basilica.»