"Oh?" At that, Malachi's gaze darted back to Mister Fa'afili's face.

Well, it was no real surprise that he did not know him from London either. There were far more people scrambling around those streets than these.

"I spent a while in London," he offered casually, if only to maintain his own belief that he knew how to interact with others. "If you stock churches along with those... what is it you sell, candles? Wine?"