Zach let his eyes follow the flick of the priest's tongue, but didn't linger. it wouldn't do to come on too hard, but it was never too early to lay in some ground work. As the human talked, he privately wondered what his fellow members of the clergy thought of his attitude. He might not have come in contact with a whole lot of them, but he hadn't gotten the impression that the church was very impressed with any kind of flexibility. Not if the jobs that needed doing were things like 'kill the demon' or that kind of stuff. Still, he made a show of thinking his words over carefully before answering.

"I guess that makes sense," he started with doubt in his voice. "I mean, sure, everybody is good at stuff, but at the same time not everyone belongs everywhere, you know? it's just... Some people have these 'rules' they make up abput what people should and shouldn't be, and I know I wouldn't want to stay somewhere where there are people that think the kindof person I am is wrong, you know?" He looked at the priest for a few moments before averting his eyes, cheecks colouring slightly as he seemed to realise that he'd said more than he meant to.

"Um, hypothetically of course. On the streets it doesn't matter anyway, it's just about you and what you can do."