This man wasn’t human, her eyes widened very slightly and she nearly dropped the rosary in surprise. The parlor was proper of a dead person perfectly kept from decomposition or of someone who hadn’t walked under the sun for years. She was familiar to both. He couldn’t be one of the vampires of the streets, they were allergic to the holy items as she had experienced personally. She remained where she was, not paralyzed, her heart had even calm beats, but there was a small fear for the lives of the children and the clergy who dwelled inside.
The altar boy was turning against them again from the threshold of the inner rooms of the Chapel.
“Sir, Madam, I’m afraid we’re going to--”
“We know,” Lilith said with a bit of haste, but she appreciated his interruption. There was something in the man's eyes. She would be careful to not meet his gaze. “I would escort this gentleman outside and you can give my regards to the Cardinal,” she offered solicitously, but beneath her servile tone there was an authority ring. It was almost imperceptible with her concealed charity. The boy blinked and nodded, stepping back. “Shall we, sir? We shouldn’t inconvenience the dear any longer.” The woman’s smile returned when she faced Valek and motioned to the exit. She may put up the act of sacrificial lamb as long she couldn't steer away from human sight.