Aslan smiled, and there was something sly about it. He turned to fully face the acquaintance again, straightened his left arm to the side, bumped him intentionally with it, then stuck his hands in his pockets.
“A little more elbow space, and a little more to chat about about.”
He crossed his arms and shook his head.
“I suppose priests’ sex lives will do on the slow days.”
“A little more elbow space, and a little more to chat about about.”
He crossed his arms and shook his head.
“I suppose priests’ sex lives will do on the slow days.”
