"I don't!" Gabe said, and he sat down and folded his arms, ready to sulk on his own.

Anthony laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, you do," he said. "I tell you 'no, I do not want to have sex with you and I am not fantasizing about you' and you say that I do and I am." He was just kind of annoyed, now.

"Ugh! I told you that's not what I meant!" Could this guy just shut up?

Yet again, this guy was proving that he was dense. "Listen, I'm flattered that you want to have sex with me to the point of just straight-up lying to me, but I'm not interested, okay?" Back to mocking him, again.

Gabriel took a deep breath. His nostrils flared. "You disgust me."

Ouch. "So typical. You tell someone you don't want to have sex with them, and they immediately jump to insults," Anthony said to noone in particular. He just really, really wanted to annoy this guy.

Love thy neighbour, love thy neighbour. Don't toss them in the sea, Gabriel tried to remind himself. He decided to keep quiet. He was above it.

"I really thought priests were above such petty insults. But then again, you all think that even so much as looking at another man when you're also a man is a sin, so what was I expecting?" Anthony kept ranting. He couldn't tell whether his plan of annoying Gabriel was working or not, but he kept going.

"It is!" he snapped. "And I think it's disgusting." He wasn't even lying. He did think it was. And yet the battle was endless.

After a moment of silence, Anthony got up, and slowly walked towards where Gabriel was sitting. He was genuinely kind of angry, right now. "Well, okay, riddle me this, then: how is sex with a man any worse or any more disgusting than sex with a woman? Other than the whole 'ooh it's gross ooh it's a sin' thing. Genuine reasons, please."