[ It might not be at the forefront of Sasha's mind in the middle of the act, but her accepting to help Souji with his card to obtain a favor of the Twelve was what pushed them to this in the first place.

At his confession, there was no helping the bit of surprise on Sasha's face, followed by that of an embarrassed flush. She was used to being an object of affection and adoration for her Saints and worshipers, then as an object of hatred and contempt for her enemies, being a goddess. But it was something new to be regarded as an object of desire and lust. Sure enough, she had engaged in worship with others, but none of them had voiced such a thing.

Then Sasha looked into Souji's face, both in wonder and question, until her lips quirked into a smile. ]

I-- I do not think it is wrong, Souji. I think... [ And her smile became more sincere, though her cheeks still colored. ] I think it to be quite flattering.

[ She then gently combed her fingers through his bangs. Shyly, she gathered the courage (nerve?) to ask -- ]

Will you tell me how you think of me?