"The gods don't give a gift that precious to someone so undeserving." "Are you my priest now?" Hadrian stared at him. Royce looked back down at the stream below. "She doesn't even know me. What if she doesn't like me? Few people do." "She might not at first. Maribor knows I didn't. But you have a way of growing on a person." He smiled. "You know, like lichen or mold." Royce looked up and scowled. "Okay, forget what I said. Definitely steer clear of the priesthood."