"I find the new location to be much to my liking," Priest said, glancing around to make sure no fellow Chets could overhear. He believed that Saga's spies could be everywhere, and he wasn't enough of a fool to badmouth his supposed leader. "Saga has most graciously allowed myself and the remainder of my flock to take refuge with her and her band of followers. The weather this time of year is not that much different than New York."
He'd embarrassed her somehow, possibly by bringing up the subject of his sermon. Sin was, as they said, big business in his line of work, and the topic of the desires of men was one he warmed to with little provocation. What one person saw as anger he thought of merely as proper religious fervor. He brushed aside his concerns about her pink cheeks and brought himself back to the subject at hand.
"You've lived in this area a while?" He knew there were still a few natives of the Locks left over from the before time, but because he wasn't familiar with anyone except the people he'd come from the city with he wasn't sure who was who yet. "Or have you come from elsewhere, as I have?"