Malachi did not miss the fact that, in spite of what he said about grabbing other ingredients, Mister Tully did not step away to get them. That in itself didn't seem to bother the priest, who pushed the carrots aside and began his new task of cutting up the onion. He did not lift his head when questioned, dark hair partially shadowing his face as he worked.

"Share something with you?" he repeated. There was the quietest hint of laughter at the farthest edges of his voice.

"I'm not sure what I would tell you, I'm afraid. I have no secrets."