Francis rose his brow as he followed the other. "What are you talking about? There was no misunderstanding from my place. You were dallying with the detective. You're not a good priest, much like Kemble. " He said in a lower voice. "He did the work for money and power. "

He rose a brow as he tried to make sure he remained more than an arm length away. "I don't know what you want to besides pretty men. Definitely funny how you would probably touch a leper over me. Cause people like me aren't like you, right? I'm disgusting and don't deserve a kind hand now and again?"

He wanted to spit at him, but he hoped the others weren't so far if he screamed they would hear. Would it be nice to have them catch him and arrest the tall priest for killing a harmless homeless man? Eh, it would be buried out of sight in no time.