It seemed as though her little theater had earned her a long winded defense-slash-explanation of what the good priest had actually meant. He sure liked to talk, which Madison thought had to be extremely important in his line of work. The things he was saying felt like hazy, far-away concepts to Madison, but she nodded here and there anyway.
"I'm sorry about your aunt. I get what you mean, though, yes. I've been known to find pain beautiful." Not her own, usually, but he didn't need to know that. It wasn't as though most of the time, the other person wasn't willing to feel a little pain. It was release; you felt physically so you didn't feel the type of crap Jim was talking about. Worked for her.
The wincing was curious, and Madison cocked her head slightly to the side with a frown of curiosity, but didn't ask. Once the deed was over and done with, she dug into her plate and coffee like she hadn't eaten the day before. Some people would have lost their appetite while here; Madison thought she ought to keep her strength up. "Really, you let people make jokes about you and your faith and job to make them feel better? You are the right man for it." She took a sip of her coffee as he went on, and after swallowing, Madison shot him a saucy grin. "I haven't confessed to any yet..."