Without being asked, Sebastian sat down on the end of the pew across the aisle. It was a subconscious mirroring of Father Thorne's posture. Dogs made him nervous, but they were on such a long list of things that made him nervous that he didn't mention it. He just nodded as the other man spoke. As far as taking care of anything else was concerned, the most complicated thing he'd ever attempted it with was birds. The bees basically took care of themselves; he just had to tend the hive now and again. Insects were almost like mobile plants in that way. They didn't offer a lot of emotional fulfillment, but they also didn't require much interaction, either. He wondered were people were getting supplies for their dogs. Probably the same places as any of the other supplies.
Maybe he could get a birdcage there.
No, probably not. That would be such a terrible idea if... well, if anything went wrong, again.
"I'm fond of honey," he said, perking up at the change in subject, and offering in confidence. "I've a bit of a sweet tooth. I've... a... ah... there are certain things I... shouldn't have. Ah... that I have to avoid. Tea, I can't... But... honey, I can have."