One corner of Michel's mouth quirked upwards at Hans' question.
"For an old friend, whatever it may be worth," he replied. Oh, if only you knew the truth, my new friend.
They walked slowly down the side of the church, looking at the artwork and mosaics that decorated it. About halfway up, he walked through a pew to stand in the middle of the center aisle, and look up at the sun streaming through the rose window.