It was Saturday, and the entire GC staff had turned out to view the spectacle of Nicolae sacrifice a pig on the altar in the Jewish temple. Not to mention that half of the Carpathia-supporting population of the planet had also turned up to watch. Suhail and Leon, of course, were there, right at the forefront of the crowds of people, being loyal GC members as they were. Suhail was watching the proceedings with the mild disinterest of one who is not offended by anything any more, whereas Leon did not appear to be able to take his eyes off the Potentate.
"His Excellency still has style even in that simple robe thing, huh?" Suhail asked mildly. He was growing bored of all the blood and the gore and the general obscenity of the proceedings. It was something he had seen too much of lately.
"I envy his tailor …" Leon sighed wistfully, his eyes averted from the actual sacrifice by the sheer fascination of watching the way that Nicolae's brand-new tunic draped so perfectly about his body.
"What?" Suhail was broken out of his boredom by the completely absurd connotations of what Leon had just said.
"Er… er … I mean, tailoring, quite a skill, right? I bet you get a lot of job satisfaction from that … tailoring, I mean, not that this isn't a good job it's just ..." Leon stammered, finally tearing his eyes away from the edge of the captivatingly short fabric to glance guiltily at Suhail. "I always wanted to be a tailor." he finished, somewhat lamely.
"Whatever, that's very nice." And Suhail had, once again, became excrutiatingly bored.
"Yeah? Erm …I gotta go now." Leon said very hurriedly, as he had just noticed Nicolae had finished with the sacrificing, and turned to address the crowds. The blood on his clothes was making it stick to him in ways that were not entirely modest, nor at all unattractive. As Leon turned and tried to make his way through the crowds to somewhere of relative solitude, Suhail noticed that the Reverend's nose was bleeding.
"Strange, strange man." he muttered under his breath.