Reuben didn't know what to say, taking the handkerchief and wiping his mouth with it, praying silently that something would happen, something, and Sebastian would go away. "Thank you." He managed, clearing his throat again, trying not to be attracted to the boy again. He had corrupted him, made the boy unclean, a sinner, and day after day he had tortured himself because of that foolish, wicked, uncontrolled lust. But Sebastian could not have done badly for himself, he was dressed well (much better than a parish deacon, at any rate) and was no doubt wealthy or important to be invited here. Reuben was merely invited as a parish representative. "I.... You've been well, Sebastian?"