Hearing the voice of Father Brennan, Francis seemed to flinch though he didn't lose his casual demeanor. He sat up straight and glanced back. "It was so minor, father. He was very cold in saying hello and I'm already trying hard to resist messing with him just a little."

His head turned to the french man and rose a brow at what was said. He knew they could talk about so much about things and while he could wonder if it was him, he knew people rarely noticed him enough to do more than insult.