As the Deputy ascends the pulpit, Dillon briefly imagines what a religious function led by Conner Greyson would be like. No doubt the opposite of the estranged Anton Flores, who the Gangrel had also not witnessed perform a mass, but imagined a homily colored of hellfire and brimstone. He pictures Greyson droning on in that near-monotone of his, as though it was boring him into Final Death. Nipping the daydream in the bud before he starts chuckling, Dillon stands and nods politely to the direction of Deacon and Deputy.
"Good evening, sirs. You both have my number; should any assistance from me be required, you will have it."
In his unfailingly un-Savage manners, Dillon will hold the front door open for the others as they leave, offering Ariana and Josephine similar farewells.


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