John's comment seemed to throw Altar Boy off for a second, most people usually were, but for his credit he recovered quickly. His rambling didn't interest him too much until he said [i]"Apostate"[/i], meaning he was kicked out of the pearly gates. Good, if it was true. But John had no reason to trust this man just yet and continued to stare him down, "Well then...come on in. Don't mind Hellion, she's harmless. Oh, and don't touch anything...for your own good." said John in a tone which could be described as disinterested, but the rules of hospitality forced him to at least listen to what this peddler had to say.

The living room was a bizarre mashup of wards, herbs, and heavy metal memorabilia. John gestured to the couch as he began to fill two glasses with bourbon, handing one to Alter Boy before swinging out a chair and sitting in it backwards. "So spill it church man, what do you have that's so important that you need to come to my backwoods. Hmm"