Tristan listened with interest. He himself was vaguely Christian. His parents were quite devoted, but once he had gone to school their influence had waned. Compulsory chapel each morning had been far from inspirational and had been referred to among the boys as 'the first nap of the day'. Once he had gone to university, there had been many interests and activities to pursue, and religion hadn't been one of them. Still, meeting the pope was quite impressive.

He smiled while listening to Douglas' youthful experiences of Naples, but the smile faltered a little at the mentioning of the women. He quickly corrected himself. 'Various kinds of women'. It could still be ambiguous, but there was no body language to suggest it, and Tristan began to think he had misjudged the artist. "Oh, I've heard it's quite the place for the more... passionate visitor. Quite the experience for a young man of eighteen, I have no doubt. I should very much like to see your drawings sometime, as I have not yet had a chance to visit the city myself."