Zach slowly lost track of what the priest was saying as he followed [I]sucking his fingers[/I] with taking of his collar before washing up right at the kitchen sink. If this were anyone else he would expect he was doing it on purpose, but from what he had gleaned from some of the other street kids, this particular priest had never tried to take advantage of his position. He knew for a fact that some of the girls and some boys as well wouldn't have minded if he'd shown some hint of interest. As his eyes followed several droplets of water clinging to his lashes or running down the line of his throat, Zach had no problems understanding why. 

Of course for him it was a matter of nature, and he was again reminded that the last few weeks had been slim pickings for him. If not in quantity, then at least very much so in quality. Still, there was no need or indeed opportunity to rush this one, so he kept his staring to a minimum. 

"I'm not little, " he said, snapping out of it when he heard the last couple of words. "Why do you keep saying that? " There was only a slightly sullen hint to his words. He pled his own plate under the priest's, making everything into a neat bundle. "I don't think anyone on the street had much of an opportunity to stay 'little', and trying to ignore that doesn't help anyone. "