There was no such thing as humor in Loboâ€™s way of thinking in all honesty; he was exceptionally stone faced feeling that he was strictly a man of business here to do a job and not crack jokes. Hanâ€™s little stab of humor towards him just rolled off his shoulders. The coffee, on the other hand, was accepted without hesitation and a small smile of appreciation appeared on his face for just a moment, before he took a sip of the liquid. There was no doubt that he was going to need some coffee to keep him motivated, fatigue slowly settling in as the night progressed. He was already tired from his previous missions and was being thrown right into another. Oddly, after taking a sip of the coffee, he felt a little more tired than he had before.<br/><br/>When the note was presented, he looked it over carefully. The expression he wore while doing so showed little emotion but also proved how focused he was whenever a task was presented to him. Sighing softly after he was finished, he pushed the note away and sat back in his seat.<br/><br/>It was probably worth mentioning that Lobo was not a man who was big on socializing or anything similar. Speaking at a church was not his thing at all and definitely fell outside his comfort zone. A lot was going through his mind at that moment and he ran a hand over his face. He has not been here ten minutes and here he was, showing a bit of falter. Even the best of the best did not like to venture outside of his or her comfort zone, he was no different. Humor might not have been a strong point of his, but he almost had to hold back a laugh as he pictured himself standing in front of the Church, eyes watching him intently, as he gave some grandiose speech. Definitely not his thing, he was much more comfortable spreading His word in other ways.<br/><br/>Besides, he had a feeling he was not summoned here to give some speech. The contents of the note felt more like a warning, if context clues were not enough evidence.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, â€œInteresting.â€ That was all he said, knowing better than to ask what was that was expected of him to get this done. Asking what he was supposed to do for a mission was not really his style since in the end it was explained to him either way. And the feeling of being spoon-fed information was irritating, made him feel like an amateur. So he would remain silent and await further instructions, elaborating on key points of the mission, explaining what must not be done, the usual stuff he has probably heard a thousand times. This was definitely a bit problematic from what he could tell and it did worry him, even if his expression continued to show little emotion. He could feel the mild bloodlust begin to burn inside of him while he waited.<br/><br/>Being both tired and ready to carry out a mission was not a good combination. His gaze flashed to the younger Priest in the room for but a moment before he took another drink of his coffee, wondering how the man would do when it came to his part in all this. Most likely he would be babysitting him, barking a few orders, telling the guy that he should choose the blue shirt instead of the red one or something to that extent. The thought was brief, however, and rather than thinking too much on it Lobo simply went back to drinking more coffee. By the time this little briefing was done, he would probably have the whole thing finished. Yeah, he decided right then and there that coffee was indeed going to be a necessity for tonight.