"I'll take your word on that." There was no sarcasm in the remark. Falling asleep in church, he knew, didn't mean one fell asleep on the job. Entirely different matters.

At the offer of the drink, Kiritsugu's lips quirked into a smile. "You may have a point. I'll take you up on that offer."

The sacrilegious nature of Lancer's remark didn't appear to bother Kiritsugu in the least. He had to admit, he couldn't drink a candle, and he'd never say no to a free drink.