Chéri had an answer ready, good reasons to have switched to their currently displayed mood and an potentially a lot to say about the first sentence, but they had promised themselves to think long and hard before they answered to this man in primis, and then to the priest.

“We are all sinners,” confirmed Chéri, without the shadow of a doubt.

“And you are telling me… that you forgive me?” Same tone, neutral, soft. Same expression, no movements nor changes of any sort for good measure. Chéri was waiting for something, very clearly.