Imagining a knight going to confession and telling the handsome priest all their sins, watching through the grate as his face turns pink hearing of all the debauchery the knight has gotten up to behind closed doors.
His hands tremble hearing of how the knights reach their hands down each other's braies before bed some evenings, feeling the slick skin beneath their hands.
And they grab his robes till they turn white when he hears tales of pretty lasses who are made to cry out in dark recesses, careless of who might hear.
He should be stern and discourage such behaviour. But he can't help but feel a funny feeling in his stomach when he sees the knight approach for absolution.
He begins to suspect some details are added just to torment him, but it wouldn't be proper to ask further for clarification. It would be too difficult to cover the way his breath catches in his throat.
When they line up to receive the host during Mass, he can't help but meet the eyes of the knight who opens his mouth and lets his tongue lie flat to receive it. And if he squeaks when he receives a sly wink, he would deny it to the end of his days.