He gave a small smile at her acquiesce of how she acted earlier. He didn't blame her though. These Templars had been very forthcoming with their opinions. Cyrdic had expected it, but Camilla simply wasn't used to Imperial Templars. 

"I found you wandering the castle, trying to give away the vial," he told her honestly, not wanting to lie to her. She did have a right to know. He relaxed, one leg out and one leg bent, his arm resting on his bent knee. "My sword...spoke to me somehow. It has an abhorrence for Chaos, which is a fine thing to have, especially in a sword." He spoke matter-of-factly. 

"And I found you that way. You were influenced by Chaos somehow, though the effects and hold over you is gone. I tried to snap you out of it, but instead you-" he sighed. "You whispered something in your native language into my ear and started kissing my neck." 

He had to push the alluring accent and the image of her embracing him out of his head again as he continued. "And then you touched my sword. I think it expelled all of the magic, but it also flung you back. I picked you up and carried you here." He shrugged. "I wasn't about to leave you again."
[@Penny]