Relief washed over him like finding an oasis in a desert. The priest was so kind and hadn't immediately told him how his very soul was tarnished for what he couldn't seem to control. The question that followed though had him sit up straighter.

"N-No! I have never.. done.. anything . There was a man in..distress who had lost his clothes. He had been given some clothing but it was.. inadequate. I saw ...ah.. him .. multiple times, though I assure you it wasn't by choice. Purely accidental.  But since then.. it returns to me. I feel like a beast for letting some visual display get to me. "

He frowned deeper and stared at his feet, now convinced the priest wouldn't do anything to shame him before others. His gloved hands shakily ran over his knees as he tried to calm himself.