Oh. Oh! He’s a fan . My God. The Patriarch of the Order of St. Augustine and St. Spyridon is a starfucker. Okay. Okay: that, I understand. I reach out my hand to him, then collect myself and press it to the palm of the other in an unconscious gesture of prayer. "Beautiful. And truthfully, not remotely interested in me. They take seals, you know, and tuna. I think she was a little lost."