"I... I just don't know, they say that some people are made to, you know, live real lives, love a woman... that kind of thing, instead of the priesthood, you know? And I... I miss you." He paused, blushing uncomfortably at the kiss, grabbing at the crucifix when she took it, laughing a genuine laugh for the first time that night. "Yes, it looks very nice... especially there." A naughty look, followed by an embarrassed one as a bulge formed in his pants, both from her naughtiness and the memory of having seen what was there. "But that thing is an antique, supposedly has a splinter of the True Cross in it... I'd be in deep trouble if I lost it."