Jamie
The Paladin was little tapped by the hand, he was already alert for movement or any action to take place and hence was already tense. The man had not moved a single inch due to the tap, not that it was to be expected anyways since it was more of a joke shove than anything. The Paladin however seemed to enjoy this sort reaction out of the cleric and decided he would instigate further or perhaps try to inquire deeper. 

"Cursed? Cursed by whom?"

The man asked, obviously already knowing the answer to the question as his faith had already given him all the answers, but this was a chance for him to figure out how strong this cleric's faith was exactly and how strong the binds of such religion meant to her as a person, that was one thing he hated and held strong prejudice against- those who use religion as an excuse to jusitfy their means. 

"Aren't you a little bit afraid that such things could perhaps happen? Or are you too afraid to think of such actions ever becomming a reality to a person like you?"
Karen
The young cleric simply shrugged her shoulders lightly at his question. She simply meant it in a joking manner, and it would be already obvious to the knight what her answer would be. The action of enslaving one's fellow kin is regarded as a sin to Micaiah, restricting one's will and subjecting him to hard labour or harlotry.

"By something, in due course." 

She halted her brushing, setting her cap back on its desired spot atop her silver-head. Having been raised by followers of the faith, her own view in her religion is three-fold: Good Will, Atonement, and Truth. The goals of her home temple are to spread out the voice of the great spirits, to promote salvation through benevolence, to show the light within time of darkness, and embrace them with pure veracity. 

"..It is always a possibility for it to come across. Though with honest faith and the strength of another, it is not something worth discussion to at this time."
Jamie
"You've single-handedly ignored my ulterior motives and avoided answering the question while answering it. I'm impressed." 

The Knight clearly admitted to the cleric, clearly impressed by her character. However the Knight still had his fair share of questions and things to proclaim towards the cleric, however he did see her in a more friendly tone and got slightly less tense and relaxed a tiny bit. 

"I don't recall your name though, Ms. Cleric, or do you like being referred to as your title instead of your handle?" 

The man had quite indeed forgotten her name, blame it on short-term memory or due to the fact that he was planning to let the cleric join another party, he thought it wasn't necessary to remember a person if he was going to split or part ways with them soon, however it seems he had a change of heart and decided to stick with this party, it seems it could be beneficial and work out in the long-term if he tried enough.
Karen
"Micaiah. Do call me by my name, such a title seems too loose." 

The fact that the knight had forgotten her name, had really proven true of his plans of getting rid of her earlier. *It is only three syllables long*. Micaiah didn't think her answer that seemed quite half-assed would have the aptitude of impressing a cynic man like Adrian, it seems his social standards is quite low.

"Should I continue calling you by your surname?"

Judging by Adrian's character, she concluded that it would deem uncomfortable for someone to continue addressing him by the family name. What ever led him to grow into this kind of man were often traced back to his roots. A dead lover? Bad relations with his kin? Whatever the cause, she is still in the risk of getting locked out by the strange knight.
Jamie
"Micaiah. I see."

The Knight would've concluded in his simple statement of just saying her name reciprocating the fact that he had acknowledged her words and had started to forge the name into memory. The man would then cross his arms in a typical b-boy stance, before starting to answer the question she had followed up upon to his own personal question.

"Call me what you want, I do not mind nor does it bother me."

He responded with a straightforward and concise answer to the cleric's question, he truly did not care what he was called, he just needed to know if and when he was being referred to, this was obviously for him personally to effectively realize when his que was required of if he was needed in any situation, hence his name or whatever the individual was calling him should use.
Karen
The girl simply shrugged her shoulders, deciding within her head on what she will address the paladin. Perhaps his last name is fitting, for now. It still did not feel right for her to call the man by his first name without seeing his face first. With that, she followed up his statement with an answer.

"Baraqiel it is."

Soon after their discussion, they were now only a few feet away from the opening into the *Capital*, where the esteemed king marks his home. There, the cleric hopped off to the side of the wagon, the leather soles of her back boots landing on the dry ground as she matched the speed of the padding horses, a pale hand nestled in the mane of Puritan.
Jamie
The Paladin would've obviously noticed as the cleric begun to dismount from the wagon to move alongside the moving vehicle, he would also notice as they started to move into the city- the capital of this country. Hence he started to mentally note everything he required to do in a sort of checklist form in his head.

"Baraqiel. I acknowledge your choice."

His tone had slowly seemed to shift and turned into something more robotic or monotone-ish, perhaps this was to deal with the fact he was now moving into the city and his personality once again fluctuating or changing to that of a more public face or perhaps it was a strategy designed by the man to avoid as much social interaction as possible- anti-social tendencies perhaps, what a common fad and popular trend these days.