That seemed sufficiently dramatic to Crawford, but he still didn't trust Luca. He'd leaned back from the flame, but still maintained his grip on the man's head through the process. Only when he heard the tell-tale word of "amen," did he let his grip slacken. Giving the priest a look of weary irritation, he shifted his position, shoving the man onto his back and settling across his stomach.

He checked the man over as best as he knew how. Eyes, mouth, pulse. Making sure he was still alive and there was no further sign of the thing that had possessed him.

"Congrats, padre," he growled. "Ya didn't kill him. Your prize is dealin' with whatever comes next." Because he only knew how to treat himself after these things, and he doubted the store employees would appreciate such treatment of one of their customers.