"Ah," Malachi dipped his head. Just keeping his hands busy, of course. Whatever he thought of the beggar's grin, and the warning not to promise him so much -- if he thought anything at all, it remained hidden beneath the unaffected veil he'd pulled over his face.

As Mister Tully leaned closer, his expression did shift... but it was the curious look of a thoughtful priest that met the other's sultry grin.

Of a confused, and curious, and celibate priest.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," he confessed.