Anton smiles back, cold and slack.
"You misunderstand me, Sister Scherbotsky. That I speak to you of the condition of our congrefation as Deacon is a courtesy. I intend to appoint myself the Bishop of Sacramento. The Sanctified of this city can not continue without leadership. I've seen more Parishes rise and fall; walked the path of the Centurion longer than most Damned. I've seen Sacramento under two Princes. And so I lay claim to the title of Bishop. Do you contest this?"