He shook his head, amused.
"He'd come the parson over me."
"I don't think he would."
"He couldn't help it if he was true to his cloth."
"I'm not sure he is," said Boy doubtfully.
"You're the same," he said.
She glanced up at him swiftly.
His eyes were mischievous, almost roguish.
"What d'you mean?"
"You want me to repent."