"Well you may be a man of God but you're still just a man. It's silly to shoulder that burden." Francis chuckled as he walked along and glanced around simply out of curiosity as he always had. "I don't know if he forgives all, if that was true there'd be no need for Hell, would there?" He was certain that was his destination. Maybe Lewis was already there waiting for him? The idea of someone so kind and perfect burning for eternity made the small embers of anger at religion flicker and start to burn again.

"Oh. Well..." he tried to look unassuming as he walked and rubbed his hands together. "I sort of kept answering the door in the nude, which honestly isn't a big deal. But it did embarass him quite a bit." He smiled more. "So when I was getting ready to leave , I jokingly offered to help him work through a few things since he seemed so shy of men. I'll tell you. Patience of a Saint. He hurried me to the door but did not yell at me or call me names. Didn't even tell me not to come back." He laughed slightly and looked towards the priest.

"But I will behave as I said. I'm going to be good this time." His stomach was just shy of devouring itself he was so hungry. He decided a few days maybe a week of work and easy meals before he'd consider when he'd do something.