"Ah, you're sensitive". Ted said it in an awestruck way, like he might reserve for a prescient mystic. Gengar chimed in. "I'll say."

That and other japes would constitute Gengar's contribution. Gengar pulled his eyes down and stuck out his tongue at Sanzo, making every face in the book (and a few new ones) if it was funny enough. All carefully timed for when Ted wasn't looking. One could be forgiven for thinking it was some spiritual dislike of priests, even badly behaved ones. Truthfully Gengar liked Sanzo just fine, for he always liked those who were good for a laugh, especially at their expense.

"Heh, but you haven't told me their name. Or yours, either." Ted's own name? Left unsaid. Not out of coyness or mystery, but sheer forgetfulness.

"Come now, that's rather unkind to children. Don't suppose you've ever had any? Ever thought about it, or wanted to? A bad babysitting experience, perhaps?"