[Slowly, ever so slowly with all the grace of one dipping toes and more into unpleasant waters, Kurloz's smile slips away. It is not yet replaced by a frown with its lack of will to leave but it is an inevitable step.]

Crude? [He says slightly appalled. It is tempered with disbelief.] But surely it is not mother fuckin so! With conviction of the righteous I preach thusly. How could word of such holy passions be deemed of disgrace?

[He composes himself, chin high.] I must speak as befits the heart, Sister Katherine. The most shameful of all things is only to be untrue. Not all make use of word in ways deemed fit of all, but all must deem illest fit of one's mother fuckin own, yo. [He smiles at her.] Agree, thou assuredly must!