The Confessor turned to look at the youngling calling him by title in the midst of a pump on his shotgun. "No, now be a good dear and give the heretics some bolts, will you?" he said before continuing on. As the fight progressed he kept coming closer, using the (at the moment) more pressing concern of the bolts to the heretics to allow himself to get some wondrous breathing space with his shotgun and a few wonderful, meaty blasts leaving chunks of flesh and red human puree about. 

As all was over, he stood triumphant and made sure to step on a few of the struggling figures who weren't quite dead with no qualms and not a hint of shame. He stared distastefully at the new arrivals, and indignantly shouted "Nice of you to come!" to von Behner and the assorted personnel he brought along. 

"Sisters, Sisters! Good work!" he shouted once the medics and others of the planetary government got to work and were no longer paying attention. "But this goes to show that eternal vigilance is best, for even now a 'loyal' (the inflection quite obvious) world has some heretics within!" 

He made a benediction upon all the faithful present, and then sighed with relief. "Lord, of those who you are finished with, may I have an... additional word with?" he shouted to Kliment with quite the bombastic voice.