"Well, I run the Vatican. So what I want on the menu is put on the menu. That's how that works." He'd click his tongue against the back of teeth, making a sharp 'tsk' noise and then gesture to the benches. "Stay a while. Tell me about New York, and maybe why you seem shocked enough to have just seen a ghost. Which is quite the feat for a blind man."
Pius didn't particularly enjoy people stumbling over themselves on nerves and anxiety when they met him. He loved maybe Cardinals squirm. But that was because he was weary of the wretched and diseased body of the Church. Corrupt priests and prayer mongers were open wounds and inflamed boils which soaked up the gentle offerings and devotion from their congregation not to praise the Lord and do His Works on earth, but to cover up their own festering infection. The church was dying and the power to save it wasn't in its hierarchy but in its foundation and those who believed in the true message and true will of the Lord Jesus Christ.
"There's this fantastic ramen place called Totto in Hell's Kitchen, just on 52st, near tenth? It's one street away from that Get Right With God sign. Ever been?"