Wolfwood, you've never looked like a priest to me except for that giant cross you insist on carrying around with you.

[He just sounds exasperated up and until the point that Wolfwood makes a crack about praying to him. It sends a bit of a shiver down his spine and his skin crawl. Unable to keep his mind off his time spent imprisoned by his brother and the Plant worshipers he saw then.] That's not funny. You try to start praying to me and I'm going to slap you across the face.