like a holy rolling stone

It was obvious that Luciana was not actually desperately wanting to know what he had done with his day, but Gideon was beginning to feel petty enough to continue anyway, at her passive answer. "Well, then I went for a walk around town for a while, visited the few homes on my list, people who can't make it to the temple. I had lunch with Sera; I swear if I didn't make sure that girl ate, she'd be a speck of dust by now. Then I did my afternoon service, which was mostly on Frey, for some levity after the seriousness of the morning."

The keys rattling in his hand he sorted through them until he found the right one, sliding it into the lock and opening the chest, revealing that it was full to bursting of neatly folded altar cloths, bearing many different colours and patterns. Leaning in close, he began to search down near the bottom, talking over his shoulder at Luciana as he looked.

"Oh, nothing's wrong with that. I just wonder if you find most of your conversations go like this." He said flatly, pulling out two different cloths; one a vibrant blue with pink and white intricate blossoms stitched around the edges, birds coming to pluck at them from the middle; the other a deep red, fruits and bees embroidered into the hem. "Which do you think more appropriate?"

GIDEON

You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames