[sister alice has been a reliable hand, a comforting figure to vox ever since she arrived--indeed, he can't quite recall how he got by without her before. helpful and enthusiastic in her quiet way and with such a way with the other members of the flock! vox gets tired; he can't attend to every member of the congregation all the time, but alice, oh, if he truly believed in godsends, she would be one.

and she's, well, a fine-looking girl. vox knows the women of the flock find him charming; they titter and whisper over each other when he stops to talk to one, they aren't any subtler than he is. but dear sister alice seems to be... incredibly devoted, call it, to her faith. he's tried, but she always gives him the very same quiet smile, so...

well, susanna is also a nice, fine-looking girl. she hasn't left yet, which is a plus, after all the times lately he's so much as thought about one of the women only to have them decide to leave. so there's susanna. she's very polite. very... sweet.

perhaps he asks alice about the idea, the courtship, the marriage, because sister alice is a constant; she wouldn't leave. he trusts her and her judgment. not that he doesn't frown at this current assessment. she's probably right, which is annoying.

ugh!]

They're all devout, Sister, [he says, waving a hand.] That's the whole point of coming here. Besides, our lovely Susanna has "never met anyone as charming as me," she said.

[he's stupid and easily flattered, endure. he sighs, leaning back in his chair, the meaningful look going clean over his head.]

More devout... Who, then?