Zach spends his days biding time and buttering the priest up for a further approach. So far he hasn't tried to push anything, but focusses mainly on making sure the priest is as comfortable as possible with him, while making it seem like it is due to his own efforts. He's stopped jumping at the man's approaches, even when he seemingly isn't expecting him, and makes sure to always greet him with a smile. He laughs more freely and sometimes lets himself 'fall asleep' in random places in the house. When the priest is around, he slowly starts to initiate more touches- simple things like a hand on the elbow to catch his attention. 

It's harder to keep himself amused when the priest is gone. He's been snooping in some of the books, but nothing manages to catch his interest for long. In the end he usually ends up drawing. It feels a little weird to do something solely for his own benefit while he's technically on a job, but the priest seems interested in it as well, so he supposes it all works out. Everything is quite comfortable, which pretty much means he should probably be moving into the next phase soon enough. How to do that, of course, was a far more difficult question...

He's absent-mindedly sketching flowers again when Kiel approaches him, and he looks up with a bright smile, shuffling his drawings away. He liked keeping the priest curious about them, but still gave him plenty of opportunity to catch glances of them. At the priest's words he summoned up a small blush while looking down shyly. 

"I'm not a genius," he muttered, before looking back with real curiosity. "What kind of trip?" He asked, scooting away a little to make space for the priest on the bench. There was a note of eagerness in his voice that he didn't have to fake. While Kiel had a lovely place here, it was starting to get old after a while and he relished the chance to get out for a bit. He still had to keep up an image, though, so he followed with a tentative question.

"Is it... in the city?" Layering emotions was second nature to him, so it was simple enough to project an air of covered-up anxiety.