"I don't mind," Peter said with a shake of his head. "I need to give my knees a bit of a stretch every now and again." Besides, he hated being treated like an old man, even if he was one.
"Well, we had a wedding this evening, so I've been worse." Who didn't like a wedding, especially with such a sweet couple who were obviously in love?
"Ah," he muttered in response to the "private matter." With a movement of his hand, he beckoned for Cath to follow him into the tiny office. "Go ahead and shut the door," Peter encouraged, settling himself back down into his chair. Gently, he moved a small stack of paper aside -- his notes for the wedding, and he placed his Bible on them with a soft thump.