Tannusen allowed Abel to help him to his feet, but he was quick to hold onto the trash can for support. He wasn't as well-dressed today; a blank t-shirt, jeans, and boots. The Fae stared for a moment as though he didn't remember who Abel was, but then a light went off. "Ah, priest Abel," he smiled, as though this were a normal meeting. "Fancy running into you here."

And there's an unspoken question in that wording, almost as clear as though he asked it. Why is Abel here?