Xerxes shook the priest's hand, still smiling. "Ah, good to meet you. I was wondering if you've seen my nephew's<span style="font-style: italic">friend</span>around here. Blonde hair, pale skin, in a sundress?" Nathaniel wouldn't have it. "Uncle" he began, trying to sound like he wouldn't tear the old man's head off in one swipe, "She probably didn't go down here."