[ Why is this her thanks for escorting a mouse? This is a terrible reward.

But, well. If she's already here and her rodent companion's fussing around with holy water, she might as well at least have some fun with the clergy here.

Which means she is gently adjusting her top, leaning into this poor old man's personal space, and speaking throatily with the look of a woman who's entirely enraptured by wrinkles and religion. ]

Will your Word save my twisted, troubled soul? You see, I must confess... I've sinned. Terribly. Thoroughly and deeply, and I can't hold it in much longer...

[ This poor, poor man is already stammering. ]