Murmuring his thanks, he cradles the phone in a care-worn and callused hand. Instead of even attempting to navigate with his thick fingers, Kurt snakes his tail over a shoulder. Using the spade of his tail, he zooms in on the picture with a deftness that implies experience.

Hm. Not so young, maybe? The fur really makes it difficult to tell whether the other man's begun developing wrinkles, and for the first time he feels a deep kinship with those who've had a difficult time telling his age. "And I much more, I imagine," he answers offhand, looking up from the phone when the young lady asks about his religion. Kurt smiles then, a wide and bright expression that creases the corners of his mouth lightly. "If he is, then yes. We would both be Catholic."