He has to tread carefully here. If he says too much, the subject returns to him, and he has to think about whether what he's saying applies to him as well. At the same time, though...well, the thought of a lovely lady like Terra being convinced she can't feel love or passion is sad, okay! He'll try to help.

"Oh, there are some souls who don't feel such things at all," he admits carelessly, with a regretful shrug. "Golems, for example. I think it is not in them. But you, you have felt desire. Are you sure the reason you no longer do is not simply because you have told yourself you cannot?"

And see, now he's not talking about himself at all, he's talking about the sad associates he knew who refused to believe they could actually enjoy sex instead of using it as a tool. People like that. Not people who freely admit to enjoying sex but deny that they're capable of love. Like him.