You stand outside the Priest's door, drinks in hand. The evening air is cool, and you can hear the distant sounds of the city winding down for the night. With a deep breath, you raise your hand and knock softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

Moments later, the door swings open to reveal him - slightly disheveled, an old wrinkled tshirt on, looking both surprised and intrigued. He leans against the doorframe, blocking and inviting entry all at once.

"Well," he says, his voice a mix of humor and wariness, "this is unexpected." His eyes are intense, searching yours with that familiar flicker of something deeper beneath the surface.

"Fancy a drink?" he asks before you've even had a chance to respond. "Or are we just here to break some ecclesiastical boundaries?"