Snot was streaked down his mouth, chin and collarino like ejaculated soul.
He wiped himself off—his nose too—with a paper towel, then balled it up and threw it into the fireplace. The fire leapt up with a flash of green and devoured the offering. The licking of its lips turned quickly into an ominous smile.
“I saw what you did.”
He cocked an eyebrow at the fire.
“So you’re going to blackmail me, are you? Silly chemical process! You won’t tell anybody.”
He stepped over to the fireplace and lifted up his cassock. Then he unzipped his jeans.