Zach smiled as if the thought of priests watching his every move was a comforting one. He figured it didn't matter is he looked a little sceptical, since he doubted boys off the street were a lot more comfortable with the clergy than demons were. When he'd waved the priest off, he wasted some time sitting out in the sun before going for a cursory round of the grounds.

He made sure to walk carefully as he slowly made a round of the church grounds. He tried to look like just another harmless human, but in reality he was checking out the more supernatural defences in the area. He didn't actually search anywhere per se, but even from just walking around he could feel nothing more than a faint aura of holiness lingering around where he assumed was the altar. The most he would get from going in the church was goosebumps, and perhaps a light rash if he felt the need to actually touch the altar. It meant he could easily join the priest in mass if the occasion called for it, even if that wasn't how he would like to spend his time.

As he walked around he was pretty sure he could feel eyes on him occasionally, but no one seemed interested in approaching him. It occurred to him that he had very little idea how many people actually lived on the church grounds, and he decided to see if he could bring it up in conversation sometime. He muct have taken longer than expected, because by the time he came back to the cabin, the cook had left a plate of food on the table. It wasn't particularly inspiring as far as food went, but it was still better than anything than he'd eaten the past few weeks, barring perhaps the bacon from that morning. He took the plate out to the bench in the garden en enjoyed his meal in silence.