Francis seemed to have lost his will power at the turn in the conversation.  A pout had locked itself onto his face as he focused on the soup, at least he would get fed but he had already agreed to clean the church for it.

He turned around and leaned against the table, folding his arms and letting one ankle cross the other. "Yeah, but I don't look up to you like they do. I do things , tit for tat. I'm cleaning and repairing the church for food and shelter. I just recalled another bit of interesting information that is not a rumor. But I'm worried you have no way to pay me for that." He spoke as if disappointed but it was what it was.