For the first time since they'd met, Malachi believed in the authenticity of Crane's warm expression. The constable didn't seem like the type to put on an act, but his nervousness had been apparent in the way it clung to his attempted smiles and unfinished words.

So when he spoke freely, and offered his well wishes for not only Nettie, but for the priest as well, Malachi didn't have to force his smile as he typically did.

"That's very kind of you, constable."

A gloved hand was extended out to him. Malachi took it into both of his own, pressure light, then released it.

He was never going to get away from people trying to shake his hand, was he?

"I think you're much too humble, but I suppose humility is a good thing, is it not?" His light-hearted tone seemed to suggest that it was more of a joke than anything, as if the priest didn't actually care about humility one way or the other. As if he said it just because he knew he should, and that he found some amusement in that.

"And likewise, of course, if you ever need anything from me or the church. Ah--"

Malachi clicked his tongue. "Where shall I bring the basket? Do you live nearby?"