Cathal listened to her, taking in her words and the meanings behind them. He could tell she felt slightly awkward about this, but perhaps it was just because of how he might react. So when she was done speaking he gave her a small smile. "Yeah, small town American hears the word 'paganism' and reaches for the pitchforks."
He picked up his drink and took a sip. "I believe that there are-" was 'gods' a little too much? Maybe a little too much. "-things that exist beyond what most people know about. I say that I'm an Atheist if asked, but I suppose that's not quite true. I believe," Cathal frowned a little. "I just don't worship."