“Christians fail to wash their hands and then burn us at the stake for surviving the plague,” Zechariah deadpanned.

He stayed carefully out of the blood pool range, shoes dry – the most important part of all.

When the doctor failed to clear the distance, clearly because he was an incompetent doctor! Zechariah leaned a palm on the table so he could lift his foot and pass the hand cloth without soiling the nicest openly visible parts of his outfit left.

If someone was studying his shoes that closely, after all, did that not make them a prime candidate the implicated sodomite?