Francis rose his brow and smiled towards the priest.

"Any chance this place has shelter? I'd even take a straw floored closet. You offer me that and food and I'll keep the place clean. Talking to you has.." He looked back up at the ceiling in thought. "Not been the worst thing. It's probably been one of the better things that has helped me in whatever soul I might still have if I do."

He could still wander and do things for coins to drink or whatever. This Father Brennan didn't have to know that, but it was a good secure fall back. "You're not like other priests, or other people. You should be careful about that."