The whole idea of celebacy chosen for some frivolous reason has always boggled Reynard. He shakes his head slowly. "Men aren't made to abstain from their instincts. Not even 'holy' men."

Reynard eyes Overyn up and down and a crooked smile appears. "Excuse me for saying, but you don't look like the type of man suited to hefting mangled corpses from one place to another, or for tidying them up."