Francis shrugged and kept his arms folded. He looked towards the priest who came closer. "Nope." He held up a hand before pointing towards Brennan, looking at him and sighed. "I am so disappointed. I thought you priests knew all sorts of sins since you hear that stuff in confession. Don't even know what you're asking for forgiveness." He shrugged and sighed sadly.

"It's pitiful. And I am not going to ruin a pure mind." He pouted and looked the other up and down once more. "Such a shame. " He sighed and walked back to stir the soup and turned down the heat since it was almost done. "I guess if you want my precious information, you'll have to use your imagination. "