Joe looked at the man who entered the shop. He was dressed in a long black robe with a white sash draped from his shoulders. He had a clean shaven face and long black curly hair. "There is no need for such formalities with me, Mark, after all do we not share the same mother?"
"We might, yes, but I was born before mother met your father." Mark replied. "I am honored your excellence thinks of a bastard like me as a brother."
"Pish posh." The priest replied. "Please address me as James, no more of that your excellence."
"Yes, your excellence, I mean James." Mark said. "So, you really think that demons may be lurking about?"
"Yes, damn filthy beasts." James replied. "Such an affront to our lord. How dare they exist within his divine grace. It is my honor to hunt down and destroy every last one of the vermin."
"You're not afraid that one will be stronger than you one day?" Mark asked.