I think the only canonizing the Church would ever want to do to me would be loading my still-living body into a canon.

[Thank goodness that they're able to break up the tension a little with this interlude, because -- yeah, he knew that the conversation they'd just had was necessary, but he'd wanted it to happen about as much as he'd wanted his entire family to be murdered.

He drops down onto the couch, cautiously sliding his arm around her waist to coax her to sit against him as he does so.]

But I might be amenable to having a feast day.