If he had been in any doubt of her stance on the matter - sorry and weak as it was - the seething start of her response solidified it, even as she reined herself back in. She was almost a little feral, herself. But what an utter waste of the Ministry office, to have given it to her. How much longer would she be in it, preaching tolerance until werewolves (and vampires and hags and all manner of ungodly half-breeds) ran rampant?
And how much longer could he stand to listen to her? Not another moment, as a matter of fact - her bringing up the bible to throw in his face was quite intolerable. “For I am not seeking my own benefit, but the benefit of many, so that they may be saved,” Emerett quoted, in a more caustic tone still than any of his answers yet had been, because how dare she try and lecture him.
“Now, while I would love to hear how precisely you hope to absolve all werewolves of their sins,” he ground out, rather wishing he did not have to turn the other cheek, “I am afraid I don’t have time today for a full lecture. As you can see,” he waved a careless hand at the few other people still milling around from after his talk, “I am extremely busy.”
And Mrs. Skeeter was, evidently, a lost cause.
And how much longer could he stand to listen to her? Not another moment, as a matter of fact - her bringing up the bible to throw in his face was quite intolerable. “For I am not seeking my own benefit, but the benefit of many, so that they may be saved,” Emerett quoted, in a more caustic tone still than any of his answers yet had been, because how dare she try and lecture him.
“Now, while I would love to hear how precisely you hope to absolve all werewolves of their sins,” he ground out, rather wishing he did not have to turn the other cheek, “I am afraid I don’t have time today for a full lecture. As you can see,” he waved a careless hand at the few other people still milling around from after his talk, “I am extremely busy.”
And Mrs. Skeeter was, evidently, a lost cause.
