"Himself?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised although he didn't turn back to look at her, taking the steps back downstairs two at a time. "Ain't been to church in a long time, if that's what you mean."
He knew, of course, who she meant, and that bothered him. More than he liked to say or show. Slater was a stupid old man that got what he wanted from frightening people. Stupid people, normally. He didn't try. Harry, however, had done well for himself, using his brains.