At the first words that come out of Cynthia's mouth he'd blush...if he wasn't an animated corpse, that is. "You think so? Flattered as I am, let's just say that the Church has a mission and I help to fulfill it with the talents I picked up while alive. That's all there is to it." It's all very simple in his mind: there's an end and there are means to it. Everything else is just noise.
He listens intently when the other Haunt explains her artistic endeavors and nods at the possibility of being showed some of her work. "You do that" The Moore House still needs to be reestablished and it could always use some refinement. Then the subect changes to the woman's coterie and it certainly does raise a few questions for Longstreet. "You were a nomad then? An interesting choice... dangerous, too." The effective lack of haven or steady source of food, as well as the things lurking in the dark, just to name a few difficulties "Forgive the nosiness but were you the ones pursuing... or being pursued?"
What comes next strikes him with the force of a concrete slab. He wasn't asked about his hobbies or interests in... Let's face it, no one ever asked him about that. This is probably why he takes so long to answer. "I, uh... recently picked up some reading about how different cultures view - well, us. The dead. The afterlife. Didn't have much time to dig through it, though." There are about three seconds stretched to the size of half an eternity "I also collect music boxes. But it's a secret, and if you tell anyone I know where to find you." The faux threat tastes weird in the Bishop's mouth. Usually it's said in a much different tone and with different intent. "Anyway, have to say I was never much of a traveller myself. You must've seen a lot of interesting things." The question-as-statement went well enough last time, let's try that agian, shall we?