His niece peered down at him and let him speak. Her patience seemed to know no end. When he touched her hand, she rest her other over it to sandwich it and she smiled.

"Alright. So you've enjoyed men, money, and wine. Some do. Maybe you aren't a good priest in private but that shouldn't matter." She said.

His question made her seem to think and she brushed her fingertips delicately over his hand, soothing his worries or at least attempting to in the soft motion.

"What makes a person good? And are good people always happy? Let me ask you a question and be honest with me and yourself. If we were switched. You were the priest you think a priest should be, and I wasn't the lady I appeared to be. I did all of the things you've done or wanted to do for the same reasons..." she was very careful not to say anything about good or bad, or right and wrong.

"Would you call me a bad person?"