Liam smiled at that frankly inscrutable response. But he was good at reading people, and he was certain the priest recognized his voice, was certain that he was remembered for as short as their interaction had been that day. He looked over at the other man, a lift of his eyebrows. "Oh wow, the college kids. You need at least a double shot in that drink there."

He'd been one of those college kids -- at Saintsmourn, matter of fact -- several years ago now, so he knew all too well how much mischief that particular cohort could be.

"Yeah, I'm a frequent flyer. Dunks will do in a pinch, but I've gotten a taste for the fancy stuff when I have the time for it."

He shifted his coffee cup to his left hand and held out his right. "Liam Leary. We weren't exactly properly introduced the last time we spoke."