"No, no, I'm fine, tha..." It was only when Callum raised his head that he realised he had bumped into a priest. Though Callum came from a god-fearing family, and so he was not unfamiliar with religious men, it was safe to say that priests gave him the willyjinks. He'd never been able to explain it, but it was most likely something to do with the fact that they were working for the man upstairs and seemed to have some holy right as to decide whether you could be forgiven or not, sent to the pearly gates or rotting in your own misery. Not to mention they "talked" to him.
Willyjinks indeed. Callum wondered for a moment if this priest had thought he was on some higher plain or something but he pushed it out of his mind. "Thank you, for asking, your ho... my... sir.."