The tone was distracted, and Priest's much larger hand engulfed the girl's for a shake. He was getting used to hearing himself called by the new name, so doubtless this must be a newcomer to the church. His church, if he had anything to say about it.
The sermon that day had been about the evils of the flesh, and his voice was a bit hoarse from all the shouting. One of his old scars itched beneath the heavy fabric of his cassock, but there was no way he could scratch it that wouldn't be obvious. He would have to wait until later, to practice forbearance.
"I trust you enjoyed the sermon?" he asked the girl, realizing he was nearly a foot taller than she was. "It wasn't one of my best, but I'm just getting started in the area."