Kiel chuckles lightly. “Feel free to use as much paper as you like, I have plenty.” Peeking into the small sink he nods as he grabs a couple cups from the shelf above it. “The sink is fine, I can bring them back to the parish with the dinner dishes.” Moving back over to the table he sets down the cups and wanders over to the fridge. “I assure you, I am no ninja, just a humble servant of God.” Glancing towards the boy he adds softly. “Perhaps you were just too interested in your work? I find that when I'm concentrating on something hard enough a herd of elephants could stampede by and I would notice nothing.” He chuckles again and kneels by the fridge. Opening his mouth to ask what Zach wants to drink he pauses before closing it again. 

[i]'I'll just grab everything. Not like it's the widest variety'[/i] Pulling out a carton of milk, orange juice and a small jug of ice tea he stands and moves back over to the table. “Have a seat.” he murmurs, gesturing with the tea to a newly cleared seat. Setting down the drinks he takes a seat himself and smiles at his young guest. His eyes trail over all the visible injuries, his over protective nature making him ache slightly at the sight. [i]'I can not imagine what it is like to go through the pain these street kids do. How they survive at all still remains a mystery to me. Not physically of course, but living in the constant danger of not only the evils of this world, but of each other and their battle for survival'[/i] He lets out a sigh and turns his eyes to the meal.