Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

Those deep red eyes look up to him with hope and faux innocence. He doubts she has any — innocence he means. His brows are lightly furrowed as she squeaks out a low reply and his own is to nod languidly in return.

Then as he spoke his odd words, he can see her perk up. She’s oh so curious of the anomaly that is O’Mally and he doesn’t blame her. He is O’Mally Valentine after all, the messenger of God — a saint. 

So he answers cryptically once more to her prodding inquiry. “I sin everyday, Vanity. I ask for forgiveness though and that is where we’re different.” He hums much too easily back.