Zach let out a contented sigh as he made himself comfortable on the bed. Even with the lights off, he could see the room clear as day, albeit with muted colours. It was nothing impressive, but he was warmer and drier than he'd been in been in the past couple of weeks. More importantly: he was in. Impressed with how smooth everything had gone, he couldn't quite help a small smile. 

[i]'Still, it won't do to get overconfident,'[/i] he told himself. [i]'This priest is nothing like my earlier marks. They wanted it.'[/i] Hell, a couple of them had even approached him before he'd had a chance to make a move. Nothing like that would happen here. No, with this mortal he would have to keep pushing every step along the way. [i]'Why do these mortals insist on making things difficult for themselves anyway,'[/i] he wondered, not for the first time. [i]'They must really be committed to leeching the pleasure from the world if they would swear themselves to chastity...'[/i] While he knew that mortals did not feed on desire as he did, his experience had shown that they could get quite a bit of pleasure from the act and everything around it. He didn't see why anyone would want to deny themselves that, but then he wasn't really the type to deny himself anything either.

[i]'That should be about enough time for him to fall asleep,'[/i] he thought after a while. He got up from his comfortable spot on the bed and closed his eyes. With a thought he felt himself slip into the space between worlds, and when he opened his eyes they were a solid black. To him, it suddenly seemed as if everything took on a slightly fuzzy edge. Objects were less solid to him, and if he stepped carefully he could even move through them. It was an easy way to get around in the physical world, but mortals could both him and his true nature in this state. 

At the moment he was looking for the tell-tale tears that signalled a mortal's passage into the dream world. It was second nature for him to walk amongst dreams, but once he was on that plane it was virtually impossible to find the specific mortal. Which was why he wasn't able to peek into the priest's mind before. With a physical proximity to the body of the dreamer, however, it was the simplest thing imaginable to slip into their dream pocket.

Zack smiled when he saw a shimmering thread come from the direction where the priest was sleeping. Perfect. He didn't seem to have up any wards, which meant he could slip in without notice. He moved quickly, stepping through the connection before it could disperse. For now he would stay in the background and see what he could learn from the mortal's dreams. If he was lucky, there would be a point where he could step in without it feeling unnatural to the priest's subconscious mind...