“Hmm? Oh, it’s you.” Father Paul touched his palm to his chest, letting the surprise pass over him. He lifted his gaze to you and smiled, eyebrows knotted with subtle nervousness. “Heh, I apologize, you caught me by surprise. Uhm, I wasn’t expected visitors,” he murmured, painfully aware of the state of his living room. “You’re welcome, though, of course. Could I get you anything?”