Well, it seemed Falke certainly had prepared for this moment. Gideon leaned against one of the pews, crossing his ankles as he listened to what the Fixer had to say; one eyebrow was raised in sardonic amusement the entire time as he took it in. "Wow, Mr. Guildenstern. Your impassioned speech has truly changed my mind." Deciding he didn't really mind too much about Falke's use for the pews (as long as it stayed after-hours), Gideon sat down on the end of the same one as he was using.
"I can't comment on your body, I'm afraid." He said casually, looking ahead at the altar, at the darkened room, feeling the same swell of pride and importance that he always did when seeing his little Kingdom. "Have you ever considered actually praying while you come in here to stretch? I'm sure most Gods would appreciate that over a chance to see your wondrous physique...except Frey, possibly."
"I can't comment on your body, I'm afraid." He said casually, looking ahead at the altar, at the darkened room, feeling the same swell of pride and importance that he always did when seeing his little Kingdom. "Have you ever considered actually praying while you come in here to stretch? I'm sure most Gods would appreciate that over a chance to see your wondrous physique...except Frey, possibly."
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
