[Things he never thought he’d see: a priest with a tattoo.]

[Lancia can’t help but smile at the sight of it. If nothing else, it’s appropriate to his profession. The look is only there for a second, smoothing out his rough face, before it’s gone again as they get back to business.]

I’m familiar with that sort of tactic, although usually from regular people and nothing like this. It throws off people, gets them jittery, right? [Beat.] And, honestly, the biting won’t be new either.

[He’s lead an…. Interesting life. To put it in the most polite terms.]

Anyway… I’ll remember all of it, and I promise to meet with you for it. I won’t run away.