Lars was in the middle of typing up notes for the next Sunday's mass when she asked him the question. He paused, then gave her a wry smile. "I don't believe George would be happy about me speaking on the subject," He said. The man clearly knew something, but he wasn't likely to share. Not if it further strained his already tense relationship with his mentor. 

"What was your name? I'm afraid I didn't catch it."