"Maybe they would if I tipped them a tiara." Pius murmured before taking a seat next to Matthew on the bench. After one, long, chest-lifting sigh, he'd shut his eyes, and then reach over. His whole body angling inwards as he placed his hand on the other man's, pressing he folded cane into Murdock's lap and stopping him from fidgetting. "Everybody lies. They lie about who they are, where they're going, why they do what they do and finished what they've started. Our clothes, our positions in life, our jobs, they tell people stories before we even open our mouths. They tell lies. I could pretend to be the Pope you expected, I have that in me. But I don't want to offend you, either."
He'd sit back, giving Matt's knee a light tap as he took his hand from his lap. "Besides. There's a difference between lying and false witness. Don't talk shit that fucks someone else over, and you'll have no problem getting right with God."