Everything about the pontiff just screamed wrong. Or at least, just not what Matthew had been expecting. He came across as being fairly easy-going over the network, but actually he seemed very... laid-back, in person. Very... worldly. Not that he thought Pope Francis was particularly otherworldly, but then, what did he know? He'd never met him.
Matt opted to forgo a jarring display of feigned surprise at 'realising' he was talking to the young Pope in the flesh. He probably looked surprised enough just trying to figure this man out. He didn't doubt his senses. The Pope was... adequately Pope-shaped, with all the appropriate accoutrements. He wasn't given any reason to doubt that he was standing before a man of God. But he was also so unexpectedly easy to relate to.
"Hell's Kitchen," the stripper ninja heard himself say as his grip tightened around the cane's handle. Of course, the Pope had to eat something. But thin crust pizza? What, with extra cheese and go easy on the olives? It had Matthew struggling and failing to bite back a small laugh.
"Is... pizza often on the menu in the Vatican?" he couldn't help but ask as the idea of running away with his tail between his legs started to seem less and less appealing. He was curious.