"In his own words?" Sparkle spread his free hand, the one not holding the olives, and took on an open, just slightly-too-smooth expression and did a Lewis impression that was just spot-on enough to make his own blood curdle a bit. "It was an - unconsummated - love affair. With his ward, Sparkle, here."

His hand dropped and his shoulders slumped.

"Oh, but he felt horrible about it. Monstrous. Really. So bad that he confessed to it in a public hearing."