It's impossible to miss the sudden shift in Sorey's tone, and when Vahvuus glances over to find the expression to match it, he looks down, fingers weaving together to keep himself from reaching for another treat. He's right- of course he's right. This isn't a tour or a vacation. The laws of the Abbey, the orders he's been given... they usurp anything else. Whatever they might want or feel doesn't factor in- not Sorey's, and never his own. It's stupid of him to even imagine it.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, reaching out and lifting the lid of the box to cover the pastries remaining. "I should not distract you. Your mission is important."

No matter what Sorey says or believes, the humans will always matter more. That's always been true.