[He's too much. That's all it is. He's too much for her to handle. Despite how very weighted their conversation has been, he kind of ruins (saves) all of that by his display. Before she can stop herself, she releases a laugh. Politely, she turns aside, folding her hands together.]

You tell me. I'm not going to watch you do this. Not because you aren't... most of what you say you are. Just because... you know.

[A pent-up cleric's sensitivities.]