Fr. Luke did not mean to make her blush, so he released her hands but remained close in proximity to her.  Then he answered the question of what was the loneliest time for a priest.  "Sunday Mornings; once everyone leaves, you can see them leave with their families.  Their brothers, sisters, wives, husbands, kids.  They have their own plans; going out to lunch or spending time with each other in the afternoon.  But as a Priest, you don't get involved in those types of plans unless a family invites you.  Then it's a 'let's impress the priest' visit rather than a cordial one."<br/><br/>He realized he was taking physical liberties with her and decided to restrain himself the rest of the afternoon; for now, he would enjoy being with her.  And after his mental collapse of just a few moments ago, he needed it.<br/><br/>He remembered the first time he met Clara; she was funny and charming.  He had a silly question to ask her.  "So, when do I get to marry you?"  It came out wrong; he didn't mean it that way.  He was just making small talk.  "I mean, marry you as in ... marry you and a husband of your choosing?"