Zach watched dispassionately as the dream fell apart. The priest seemed to have metaphorical demons to deal with, but that was of no concern to him. Anything that would not directly contribute to his task was by definition uninteresting. Still, he'd found out some useful information. The priest obviously felt strongly about keeping him safe, which was good. Now he needed to make the priest like him, and after that desire him. Normally desire should be enough, but he would probably need to have some incentive to break his vows. Besides, Zach didn't just want to prove himself: he wanted to seriously impress someone higher on the food chain. And what better way to prove that he could manipulate than to have an enemy soldier fall for him?

He stepped back into the physical world, lounging on his bed as he heard the priest move around in the next room. The damnable rain was still falling out of the sky, but it was a lot less horrible with a roof over your head. He could even see how the sound might be calming, if he hadn't had the memories of cold dampness to ruin it. He was just trying to figure out how long he should stay 'asleep' for, when the scent of bacon sneaked in through the door. He didn't need to eat in quite the same way as mortals did, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate bacon. When he opened the door, he was rubbing his eyes with a sleepy look on his face. His cuts and bruises were still nicely in place, but they didn't seem to hurt him as much. 

"Who were you talking to?" he asked with a small yawn. "Er, I mean, good morning," he added sheepishly.