Under New Management

Bastien wondered why the hell Phoebe was so interested in his church (or brothel, or cult, or exercise in public masturbation, whatever you wanted to call it) if she held such disdain for it and everything to do with it, wanted nothing more than to push her out and shut the door, but he was being Jedidiah now. And he had decided Jedidiah did not do things like that. Oh, she thought she was being smart calling his bluff, did she? Bastien leaned back and raised his eyebrows in the perfect replica of an elder amused at the antics of a young innocent messing with things they didn't understand. "Ask her, though she is busy this time of year. I do not think she would want to be bothered with such questions when she is mourning the death of a fine disciple. What do you know, child? More than I? I have lived here my whole life, worshipped Safrin all that time." Being able to take on the persona of somebody who hypothetically knew more allowed him smugness he had previously craved over Phoebe and he smiled with it, nearly laughing. Bastien Jedediah Tremble little lion man, you'll never settle any of your scores