Malachi, despite being a vessel of one of the biggest establishments to disapprove so strongly of pride, was not bothered by the lack of humility in their response. Regardless of his teachings, he thought pride was a good thing to have in one's self and in one's work. It could easily bleed into something bordering arrogance, if left unchecked, but he had always believed that pride was important to have.

Just because they had trained for their whole life to be good at whatever it was they did -- it did not necessarily mean that it was a good thing. There was more to life and living than serving other people, even if... it would have been awfully hypocritical of Malachi to tell them that. They were young, and seemed so full of life despite their efforts to dampen their energy within the church.

It took longer than he would have expected to get a name out of them. Even then, it left him with more questions than answers, but Malachi left them unsaid. He did not want to pry, not yet, not when they still looked wary of his reaction every time they spoke. But could he really call them that? It didn't feel proper, but what else was he to do?

"Alright," Malachi sounded somewhat reluctant. Rising from the pew, he made a gesture for them to follow him away from it, towards the sacristy door.

"Come then, Chéri, and we will at least find a meal for you."