Paddy hesitated at the request for holy water, but then decided Solomon's unique form of magic probably went beyond what most sorcerers were used to. Maybe holy water helped, somehow. It wouldn't surprise him, since all the changing Solomon was doing had been jump-started by the discovery of an Archangel.

"You're not a Necromancer anymore," Paddy pointed out, quite obviously, and not for the first time. Even so, he let the comment sink in while he filled the kettle with water, blessed it, and set it to boil before retaking his seat.

"The prophet bit might have been a bit of an exaggeration," he admitted. "I noticed Dexter's nickname. Solomon, just let events take their natural course for now. There's no use worrying yourself sick over something you can't truly prepare for." Paddy would be there as much as he could, while those events unfolded, so Solomon wouldn't be without guidance - even if it wasn't exactly the sort of guidance he wanted. "A new church doesn't have to be the end-all, be-all solution."

Even though it probably would be, in some form or other.

There was a loud noise from outside, and it made Paddy's head swivel to the doorway as if he was half-expecting it to have been some sort of explosion. Which, to be honest, he was. "Why did you come to me, if you're so certain this is beyond your abilities?"