[There is a part of him that very much enjoys needling others. Marcus delivers his answer with no change in tone, but Mobius can see just that little change in his look, that coldness blunting whatever was already there. Can see the opinion of him dropping in real time.

Marcus walks away, and Mobius makes no immediate move to follow. He'll finish his meal in peace, then meander his way to the office where his head-sanctioned interrogation awaits. Polite knock at the door, poking his head in.]

So, are we questioning everyone devout, or just people who have ever held any kind of official-sounding title?

[Yes, that's surely the best way to start, with further needling. He slides in far enough to close the door again.]

Given the breach was through Chantry affiliation, well, there must be plenty here that go to a chantry to pray or have done so in the past. Not keeping tabs on the local chantries that have popped up through the city, are you?