Naked? Damn. Poor Crane was going to be disappointed if that went anywhere … which, considering Tully’s descriptor of priests just a moment ago …

“Nah, nah,” Aslan was quick to answer, shaking his head. “Nothing like that. She’s just got a very particular view on how life should be.”

He fixed his sleeve.

“Wouldn’t mess with her if you weren’t blood, though,” he said with a sidelong look, like he was letting him in on some private joke.

There was a younger crowd looming up ahead. A few heads turned to regard their approach. A few of them looked to be adults, though most looked to be teenagers and a few might have been even younger. Alcohol hung in the air.

… Were those Longbottoms?