No one had such audacity to call Father Dantalion Danny. In fact, it was unheard of. Who dared? No one… with the sole exception of Damon Grey.
His hand was still outstretched, and Dantalion had the small urge to cut it off, but reason and logic stopped him from doing so.
And of course, the consequences. The Nine Star Elders were spiritual leaders, and so was the High Templar, who acted as both Templar and Holy Emperor of the Holy Empire, although he was more of a spiritual leader.
That said, the real deterrent was the Grand Duke, who would not care and would level this whole city if his grandson was touched.
Not to mention afterward he could just claim he was acting to protect the Holy Child.
Dantalion slowly reached out his hand while cursing Damon's shamelessness under his breath.
Damon didn't seem satisfied. In the most shamelessly androgynous voice he could muster—
"Kiss the ring, Danny my son… kiss the ring."
