The priest seems decidedly pleased with what he considers a warm reception. Without further adieu, he ambles a bit closer and does indeed take a seat beside who he's certain will soon be a newfound friend.

At the prospect of introductions, his smile doesn't waver; he holds his hand not occupied with his cup out for a gentle shake.

"Father Abel Nightroad, at your service~! A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Markus. I hope I'm not disturbing you...?" Friendly enough as he seemed, this gentleman shouldn't be expected to feel obligated to tolerate company if he was looking for solitude.

[you're so GOOD TO ME, thank you!! :>]