[ At the offer, he tilts his head. His smile fades into a thoughtful expresssion. ]
Our stores are well fortified, and we have a handful of hunters employed as security guards, but โฆ I will consider it. Thank you, father.
the order? no. she doesnโt work well with others, never has. and once an outlaw, always an outlaw, isnโt that so? no heavenly forgiveness could take that out of her, she fearsโฆ
" smoking and drinking are not concerns of mine .
i handle creatures that indiscriminately prey on man . "
the priest's gaze would narrow further, clearly becoming a bit agitated .
" sins like that are for the local priest .
not a church sanctioned killer . "
[ eyebrow raise. ]
grievous sins? what you gonna..
[ snort. ]
kill me for drinking and smoking?
[ they roll their eyes at the notion. ]
alright, father rourke. like i havenโt
seen you lighting up a cigar or two around the hideout.
" i see . .
whatever you say . "
rourke would look the young man up and down before his smile faded .
" running a blood bank with vampires on the prowl is not a wise decision .
if you'd like, i may be able to have someone from a local parish come by on occasion . "
[ His smile doesnโt crack; itโs as if his face is frozen that way. ]
My โkindโ? Iโm not quite sure what you mean, father. I simply run a blood bank for the local hospitals.
To be a vampire would violate the oath I took to do no harm.
" unless you've committed some great sin lately, you have nothing to fear . "
he'd give a smile, though it didn't exactly seem friendly .
" you seem well mannered, unlike some of your kind . "
" eh, hard to explain .
i preside over no parish .
i am a hunter of those that commit grievous sins in the eyes of god . "
rourke looked the other man over, his eyes narrowing after a moment .
( my god, his hand is so warm? and calloused. )
[ face warms, shaking his hand firmly. ]
good to meet you.
[ the reply is crisp, nose flaring. ]
so whatโre you, some sorta cardinal? bishop? simple priest?
what, youโre justโฆ sitting there. least we can do is talk. Iโm Thomas.
[ outstretching a hand to shake Venators. ]
( good lord heโs massive. wonder how his hands feelโฆ )
" whatever you say . . "
rourke eased his stare and turned away slightly .
he'd definitely have to keep an eye on them .
maybe he'll remember who they are . .
' Of course it is /Quinn/. Though, it's good you don't recognize me. Makes this ritual easier to deal with. '
Who knows if he'd just rat the Vatican anyways. It's been years. . .
Their features soften and they just huff. Waving him off
' Whatever. The past is the past. '