"No. I'll make you a knight."
"What?" Isaac's laugh caught in his throat, his face twisting in confusion. "A knight? That's a joke. You can't be serious."
"I am," Sylas replied evenly. "I'll make you a knight."
Isaac stared at Sylas as if he'd grown another head. A knight? For someone like him? A half-demon? It was impossible. The Church would find out, and when they did, it would mean certain death. Sensing Isaac's doubts, Sylas continued.
"You don't have to hide who you are. If the Church knows about you and still accepts it, there's no problem."
"That's… impossible!" Isaac protested. "The Church would never allow it!"
"It's possible," Sylas said firmly. "If I'm the one asking."
Isaac's eyes widened. Sylas's conviction was unnerving. Could he really be serious?
"Let me ask you again," Sylas said, stepping closer. "If I can make the Church accept you, will you swear loyalty to me?"