You move on, however, as you progress, you realise that the dog left a tooth in your armour. Distraught at this mild blemish on your family armour, you despair of living any longer and abandon the quest, becoming the rector of a rather large nunnery in the town of Nowhere.
No, you didn't take advantage.
You live out your days in tedium, listening to gossip about habit rash and the wonderfulness of chastity.
Whoops.