Sheriff Buck was indeed well. He was probably the only person in this world that was in good health both physically and mentally. Upstairs and downstairs. Besides, getting a little bit crazy in the head was Matt's job, as Merlyn saw fit. He knew too well that the women before him thought he was crazy, he could read her thoughts on him as plain as the bible laying alone in the pew a few steps away from him. He was powerful all right and if he wanted to play crazy and powerful he could. But he wasn't going to. It just wasn't his style.
An amused smile crossed over his usually hard features as he sensed her disgust at him for even supposing that there could be an inch of her that wanted to be here for the man upstairs. The smirk was wiped off his face as quickly as it came to him and he watched out of the corner of his eye as a drop of water fell from his soaked here and onto the ground. He wasn't really paying much attention to her, he didn't need to. "God always has something to do with it, though doesn't he? Everyone seems to think so. My God, or Holy Jesus. Depending on your religion."
Lucas was simply interested by her. In a way, she reminded him a little of Celine. She wasn't as mysterious and softly spoken as his beloved manipulation but she had a bite to her that he liked. He always like the girls with bite. His gaze suddenly flickered from her to the bowl which was now beginning to bubble. He turned his head quickly, as if he had seen something off into the distance as a distraction and disappeared from his spot before her only to reappear behind her. The doors to the church slammed shut with a bang and he smiled. "Now why would someone who hates God so much sneak into His house?"