Zane instinctively moved. Back against the wall and eyes lowered, he did not shrink in the face of the anger received but let it happen. Even if Zane did have the strength to fight back physically, mentally he had a lot of blocks when it came to his sire.
Removing his fingers from the hidden cross, he pressed his hands behind him, feeling the wooden planks of the shop they stood behind. "My prayers do little for anyone," he answered, trying to control the rage and fear Jaq stirred in him. Not fear for death or for himself, but for what could happen to the people he cared for or any number of innocents around him. Jaq also knew that the priest had always felt unseen by God, so while he prayed in private he felt empty attempt to pray for the souls of the dead.
"They did not deserve to die. You knew where I was, why take it out on them." It was not do much a question as a comment as Zane raised his eyes once again. Looking at Jaq made him sick to his stomach and if anyone had been in the area they would have felt the flood of emotions the vampire sent out unconsciously.