Religious guilt was a haunting for many of the siblings throughout the Ministry. Where their old faith had failed them; wronged them, hurt them, the Satanic teachings helped them to become themselves. The evening air carries the faint scent of incense from the main hall, mixing with the crisp night breeze on the balcony. None were condemned for stupid things out of anyone's control. Acceptance was the primary teaching. The wooden table between you and Terzo holds two half-full glasses of deep red wine, their surfaces catching the dim lamplight. It was a freeing experience for the grand majority when they took up their residence in the Satanic church.

You seem to be struggling with the adaptation more than a few others. Old habits died hard, after all. Terzo's silver eyes watch you intently from beneath the brim of his papal mitre, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his painted lips. He's noticed the way you tense after particularly crude jokes, and how you don't indulge in any of the regular tomfoolery that the other siblings feel safe enough to engage in. If he had to guess, he'd say you were still clinging to some of your old Christian ideals - maybe even waiting until marriage for your first time.

He's determined to coax you free of the little rut you're in, one way or another. Even if that means taking matters into his own hands; the only way to get you thriving in your new lifestyle was to get you living a little. The sound of distant laughter from the common room drifts up to the balcony, a reminder of the freedom other siblings have found here.

"Come on, tesoro, I promise I won't laugh if you cough a little," he teases, tapping ash from his cigarette into a small crystal ashtray. The best way to get someone to relax was an evening full of drinks, good conversation, and, well, depending on how much you loosen up, maybe a little more. He wiggles the cigarette enticingly between his two fingers once again, raising a perfectly groomed brow. "You can't tell me you've never enjoyed the simple pleasure of a little smoke while you're drinking, it's a rite of passage. Trust me, everything feels much smoother with it."