Sleepy Fox Hollow potage.

His suspicions were correct-- she had heard of Donovan, and most likely more than once, judging by her exasperation. The man must've gone on to build billboards: Join the Saints! Put your faith into Donovan Azura. He's at once impressed, apologetic, and bemused. 

At her next words, his brows can't help but raise. Civilised. He was aware of the difference between himself and others in the group like Nemisis, but hearing it come out of somebody else's mouth made him feel all the more self-conscious. He silently and internally protests. Why should I care about what others think of me?

"Donovan takes in people of all backgrounds," he says. "I'm a priest. There's a soldier who was exiled from her home, and a man who's lost... basically everything." 

Point is, the Saints did not discriminate.