Fun? He thought that Malachi was fun?

He raised a brow, but said nothing to that. Mister Tully's propositioning was one thing when it was only teasing, but he could not let him think that he would seriously consider such an offer. He might have claimed to have no influence over what anyone else thought of the priest, given his status, but the fewer rumors he had to worry about, the better.

Even if he missed the way the beggar had looked up at him, pleading, the same way so many used to look at him before.

"I'm sure," Malachi lied. He hadn't the faintest clue.

He turned, clearing the cutting board and knife off of the table. As he did, he asked as casually as he could, "what do you know of that constable?"