It was funny. John probably knew more prayers than most Catholic priests. He knew them off by heart, some of them in a variety of different languages. He could have been a priest, had he chosen a slightly different path in life. But he had nothing but critique for the men of cloth, particularly those he accused of editing the bible to suit their needs all those years ago. The manipulation left a bitter taste in his mouth... He knew the truth of Gods and Demons, and that was why he hated the bible so much.
John waited until Arthur found his own phone. "Wish I was pulling your leg, mate. Would be a lot easier. But this is a communication device" he explained. "You can type out messages to other people individually, or send them out through the network, like this" he explained as he navigated his own phone, making sure the screen was visible to Arthur.
"I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. If a wanker like me can figure it out, I'm sure a smart man like you can" he said before pocketing his own phone. "It is useful"