Arthur clicked his teeth at Malachi's question, waving it away with his uninjured arm.  "I'm sure they look like shit anyway, don't worry so much."

Did the cut down Malachi's front not hurt very much, or was the priest just very good at hiding it?  No, it must have hurt, Arthur remembered the man flinching when he licked it.  He could imagine very well that the weight of cloth against it was much worse.

Interesting, then, that Malachi was able to hide it so well.  Very interesting indeed.

The next question was waved away the same way the first had been.  "No, I only wish I had.  Weren't you listening to me in there?  I'm a liar, even in the house of God.  That's the only truth I live by."

Who's idea was it to make the sun so bright?  Arthur was going to be bedridden before dinner with a headache with how much he was squinting.  From the brightness, blindness, pain... hopefully, Malachi would d a half decent job with his shoulder and he'd not need to worry about it again for a bit.

"If that girl isn't your daughter, who's is she?  And, you don't really believe I'd touch her, do you?"