"Yes, I like the priest," he admits. The man seems kind, and his sermons are good. More than anything, Gabriel feels comfortable in his presence.

"And the music," he confesses. He knows there will be a choir tonight, and along with the cello and piano, there is an organ behind the alter, on the back wall of the building.

A faint, almost coy smile appears.

"I've just realized that you're the second Protestant that's come to a mass with me." Maybe Anthony is more atheist than not, but he was still raised an Anglican.