Francis looked up at Brennan as he was nice to look at but also very interesting. He didn't smile, just retained this quiet, peaceful look as he studied his face. As he listened, something seemed to click in the simple man's mind. That secretive grin appeared on his face as something worked in his mind."

"Well sheep are stupid and unaware of things. If that is what you think of the flock..."
He stood straight and placed a finger on the side of the blade to keep it pressed to the table. He slipped closer to the other man, dangerously close while he leaned in so that he'd remain just a hair shorter than the priest. "But you know what every good Shepard needs? A loyal sheep dog to scare the strays back to the herd and to be a companion on those long days."

It was such a risk, and his single finger on the knife would not keep it still if he unleashed something in the priest. He grabbed the man's hand and placed it on Francis' head. "Just say 'here boy' and I can come running if you would like?"