Duncan shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning back on the sofa. Through the crisscrossed gaps in the bandages on his face, he looked at the priestess before him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"Now that you know my identity, what are your thoughts," he said with a smile, "from the perspective of the Death Church—you should immediately report this matter."
Agatha opened her mouth, struggling to find words, and after a full half-minute, she finally managed a rueful smile and spread her hands: "You've put me in a very awkward position…"
