The scrawny younger man frowned at him. "Sure sure, whatever you say." The man certainly didn't act the way he was claiming. He wondered what he was up to.

He spoke of love, Francis rose a brow but didn't make any sign of satisfaction at the priest's supposed trouble over wanting someone and, he guessed, not having him. "Well, love isn't guaranteed. I don't know if it was one sided or someone screwed it up." He didn't care either. Normally he'd love the drama, but this priest had settled a bad taste in his mouth that soaked in deep and wasn't going to be forgiven any time soon if ever.

"What has any of this to do with me?" He said, getting to the point. So far, the priest hadn't tried to kill him. And he still watched him to be sure he didn't get too close.