It was not a pleasant experience, having an intoxicated woman fall against him every few feet. Even less so when said woman reeked of every awful thing that went in and out of her body.

She needed a crowbar before they got the clothes. Which meant she needed it for the commission of what he was quickly realizing would be a crime. Malachi met her guilty look with an unmoved, unamused glance of his own.

Alright, so he wasn't as uptight about following the law as a priest probably should have been. But doing something illegal while still in his priestly attire? That was a bit far. He could get caught, and getting caught was not on his agenda.

The fact that this woman (piss-drunk and pissed on as she was) treated him so... tenderly, though, in calling him by her presumed sons' names and easy little terms of endearment... his heart was a whole lot softer than it really should have been, and he hated it.

"Okay," he relented, "but we can't let anybody see me doing this, or I'll get kicked out of the church. Then I'd fall into those sinful thoughts you warned me about, since I wouldn't be a priest."