Cliffjumper glared back at Mirage, arms folded against his chestplate, and thrust his chin up.

"Yeah. Just so I can deal with this stupid slag and not get... trapped again. That's all!" he quickly shot out with a scowl, because he didn't want to give Mirage any hope that he might be willing to actually become a priest or whatever.

Because no matter what, Cliffjumper had neither interest nor inclination towards that... nor, he guessed, the temprament or... tolerance towards some of those rituals.