Andrei was well aware that his superior did not enjoy the 'speaking' part of his position. Bryte could sit behind his desk and write a glorious, carefully-edited letter that would elicit incredible reactions from their congregation.. but put him in front of them, ask him to give a sermon or preach the Word --and he literally stiffened up and went pale as a ghost. The One True God gave His Gifts carefully, however. There was a reason behind the brunette's lack of verbal grace, and the Elder Priest had never questioned it.
His face had changed back to warm and cordial as he watched the stranger pull up a chair to their table. No traces of the the recognition were left on those handsome features. He was convinced he'd seen both he and the man at the park at a rally or somewhere else, and he simply couldn't place them.
He ate another bite of his sandwich as the repositioning took place and then wiped his mouth with a napkin. The question caused him to think a moment. "Not until recently," he replied honestly. "Since I relocated here, it's happened quite a few times." And those occurrences seemed to be increasing as of late, though he didn't mention that specifically. "Do you have those feelings, too?" He asked, wondering why the other seemed so intrigued.