What was wrong with him? He wasn't fourteen anymore! His restored reputation, his looks, and his job ensured that these days he was able to charm the knickers off any witch he set his sights on. He had dates and one-night stands without end. He wasn't a monk. It was absurd that just one look at an attractive body would provoke such strange reactions from his own, especially since he hadn't even seen her face. Perhaps she was as ugly as sin. Maybe she was fifty and just fit, what did he know?