The word rose unbidden in Priest's mind, but he'd schooled his expression to the point where the sentiment wasn't revealed on his face. He knew the kind of people who resided down by the marina, by reputation if not face to face, and as he shook he man's hand he realized he felt unclean just from the touch.
"Please do come again," he said aloud. "I am always glad to speak to someone who needs counsel, and my afternoons are often free. I hope to speak with you again in the future."