"Forsythe? Could be," Criswell answers and the suggestion does seem feasible. The man has already proven himself to be an eccentric and a string-puller and his aims have always remained unclear. But even for him...this seems like a bit much. And more than a bit pointless. What is there to gain from Chictholicism?

Exhaling a small breath, he leans back in the pew and finally turns to look at Corrie. "...Maybe they're Animagi and they're just taking the piss." This explanation isn't any better, though, and he appears to realize that. "But it all seems...harmless enough? I suppose?"