He hadn't looked up from the contents of the folder until he'd been addressed. He looked up to see the priest he'd visited before. The priest who'd probably thought he was crazy. Busy? That was never a good question. He gave a wry smile and then reach out and took the offered hand of Peter Torkarov.
"Honored."
His brow jutted upwards at the end of Peter's sentence. Different Circumstances? Uh oh.
Clearing his throat and shutting the folder he stuffed in the drawer of his desk.