Ye Cannot Serve God and

"Whacha mean?" Sam took a few steps towards him, then stopped as if an invisible wall had erected itself. He laughingly referred to it as his wall of protection, a buffer zone between him and danger. It was a sense that had kept him alive and safe for years. Sort of like the big moats they used at the zoo for the big cats, a safe zone between them and the public. You could look all you want, but you were protected at the same time all without a restricted view.

Sam was puzzled though. Why had it happened here, in a church, talking to a bishop? There was no apparent danger. The bishop was a man of the cloth, after all. This was a holy place, a safe haven for anyone who sought it out