"2013. It was 2013 when I left." She was so close. He could smell her blood inside. The intoxication of it filled him, and he felt a little bit dizzy for a moment. Aidan fought to center himself, to stop the feelings flooding him. He had just had a bag of Peter's blood, though, so there was at least not that hunger part of it, nothing physical, just emotional. Mental. Psychological.
"Priest? No. I'm not a priest."
Of course, Aidan was picturing guys in long black frocks and white collars. He'd pretended to be a priest back in the day, nefariously. But that was as close as he'd gotten.
His eyes closed and he took a big breath of her scent in, without realizing it.