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"I wasn’t flirting," Søren said "Merely being polite"

"He’s worried because he thinks you’re prettier than he is," Sasley said "It’s the eyelashes"

"You do have unusually dark eyelashes for a blond," Sa Søren "How do you do it?"

Søren answered, "Mascara"

"No offense, Padre, but between the two of you, Kingsley would win the pretty boy competition"

"I’ hair All boys should have long hair" She pulled his hair, and he slapped her hand away She slapped back

"Children," Søren scolded "Behave"

"Sorry I love the hair," Sae I approve of the wardrobe change, as well Your doing?" Søren asked Sa He should look like a king"

"You’ve succeeded," Søren said "He looks positively majestic"

"See?" Sam said "I win You lose You have to dress like this forever"

"I surrender," Kingsley said

"So, let lass of wine, Sam pointed first at hiet aith the fact that he’s him and you’re a priest? I mean, is it safe for a priest to be in the house of a strip club-owning, S and M club-creating, blacke?"

"Of course I can be in Kingsley’s home without any fear of censure," Søren said "I have a very good excuse"

"What’s the excuse?" Sasley could stop hihably wide

She eyed Kingsley Then Søren Then Kingsley again

"You’re both white boys You’re both good-looking You know, for men Other than that, I don’t see the resee," Søren said "I was very briefly sley’s sister before she passed away"

"Oh," Sasley, you said your sister lared at her He’d told Saht was not the night to dredge all that up

"Married who?" Søren asked, looking frosley and then back at Sam