[His eyebrows raise at that comment, not offended by it in the slightest. It's more in line with the fact that would be ideal, thanks. He does listen to the advice, it would be stupid not to, but there's a part of him that's clearly still stuck on the first idea.]

[It's only when he questions Oscar's impeccably pure motives that he seems drawn fully back to the conversation, laughing into his palm.]

My! [he'll drag that hand down to over his heart,]

I can't believe, my good sir, that you would question me so! I am a pious man, after all. I've devoted so much of my life to the service of others. [is that a small lick of his lips at the word service? maybe.] So much of my body, as well.

I hardly see a difference between what I did there and what I'll do here. [Except it was so wonderfully different. He was free. It had been fun dancing around his restrictions but he was ready for a new game with new rules.]