Well. At least Richards bothered to speak to him now.

Standing with his hands folded neatly at his back, Malachi observed the seated priest.

"Frustration, I suppose," he supplied for him. Malachi took a step closer, and then crouched down to almost level himself with Richards. He threw a glance to the floor he'd seemed intent on cleaning.

"I should have told you about our guests beforehand. That was my mistake. You don't have to apologize to me."