[Lobelia clicks his tongue when that staff comes into view, teased with the idea of aid but gleefully denied it. Tenemos is having fun, isn't he? What a bad man, expecting him to grovel... No, maybe if he just asks nicely, the good priest will come to his senses and do his goddamned job. Surely!]

Now now, Père, I am both severely injured and more than deserving of your aid! Will it take another kiss to convince you? Perhaps a hug?