“Name, please,” the figure in the helm rasped.
George had seen such helms before, of course, just not on minor bureaucrats. “George—Saint George, technically, but I don’t like to—”
“Neither do we. We don’t mind religion, you understand; Pharisees and Sadducees, so crunchy and…” The voice broke off abruptly, then resumed. “I mean, religion leads to lawsuits, you know.”
“Ah, yes. Well, I disagree, in fact, but lawsuits are distasteful.”
“No, no—they’re delicious! Pain and suffering, hatred, revenge…” Steam rose as drool fell. “It’s just so distracting.”