He wishes he wasn't Profane, that he wasn't having heretical thoughts, but there's really no changing what it is and he can't stop. Which means apparently he's going to need practice acting at the very least.

Detlef looks toward the doorway and dithers. It shouldn't be unsafe to tell them that Faro knows, but if they're tortured... then Farogil is probably doomed anyway because no one will assume that he didn't realize he was sleeping with someone with the Vice. He looks down.

"He knows." He swallows before looking up. "I'm seeing him, and I couldn't see someone who didn't know because it didn't seem fair." All he can do is hope they don't ask how many know. "I can see if he'll help me practice acting."