Francis grinned. "Don't promise me something like that. You never know what I'll ask for." It was hard to keep behaving, as much as Francis was able to.

He perked up and there was a very obvious sultry tone as well as humor to his voice as he spoke, "it will take ten.. maybe fifteen minutes until the soup is ready. I am just keeping my hands busy. ....unless you'd rather I used them for something else?" He leaned in just a hair closer to the priest and rose his brow curiously.