Rolling his optics, Cliffjumper just snorted and didn't even bother go glance up at Mirage. His frustration would be obvious enough anyway, and angry or not... Well, okay, maybe part of it was aimed at Mirage because of his complete lack of understanding regarding why Cliffjumper would want this, or to have become a priest.

Most of it wasn't actually aimed at Mirage however, just at his ability in general. He didn't need more stupid slag.

"Doubt there's any fraggin' reason to do that, 'cause I doubt I'm even in the last fifth or whatever, of people you'd prefer bein'... sensitive," Cliffjumper said with a snort and a sharply lopsided smile. "'Cause I ain't gonna change my mind, havin' control of this or not, and I'm pretty fraggin' sure we've got people on the ship that'd be both more suitable and more willin' to be priests than what I am."

What a pity for Mirage.

The Cliffjumper looked away abruptly, frowning at the wall and shifting in his seat a little, sinking deeper into it.

"... Since I... have to actually get control of it... would you... uh, be willin'..?" Because assuming Mirage would want to spend time with him was just silly. As if he would want to.

H'e dprobably do it out of obligation, however.