"Did they hurt you?"
Integral looked around at the milling Iscariots and laughed – a short, sharp bark of laughter. "These? They're nothing."
"What about him?" A nod toward Father Anderson, who was watching them like a hawk.
"Him? He's been a perfect gentleman," Integral said dismissively.
Seras' one eye widened and she stared at Integral as though she'd grown another head. "Father Anderson? A perfect gentleman?"
"Yes," she blew a cloud of cigar smoke into the air.
Seras looked at the paladin, trying to see the "perfect gentleman" instead of the fanatical killer.
Maybe it was something around the eyes…