[Hoo boy, he thinks, which is the best he can think when faced with the inexorable truth that Piety is an insurmountable wall, apparently. He purses his lips; he resolves to adapt a healthy resignation to that, and not mumble any sacrileges, if only because he likes Harrow and her piety is just something that's going to happen.

It kind of shortens the list of wholly appropriate conversation topics, namely Harrow, but he'll handle it. Odd to think that Ortus Nigenad might be someone he straight doesn't know how to talk to, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. Hmm.]

No; he only said it to me. I didn't say it to her, either, if you're worried about that. Harrow's— devotion is between her and God, I figure.

[A real shame!! He's past it. He's not. He's maintaining a carefully balanced neutrality, as competently as he can.]

Anyway, that's a non-starter. I heard you're a writer, meanwhile. What's your genre?