[The priest could be endearingly honest and cute when he put his mind to it. But at the same time, there was a danger in this. Hadn't the priest gotten angry at him for 'lying'? For letting him assume things that were not true or outright misdirecting him?

He turned his face away, sighing softly.]

Don't forget that this is only temporary, priest. Even if this body is mortal, the soul inside is still that of a demon.

[Though it might not have its usual bite, since he sounded more drowsy than anything. When the kettle started to whistle, it took him a few moments to rouse himself up to shuffle over to the kitchen, yawning widely.]

I don't want to hear complaints about how I took advantage of you just because I'm in this form.