"Not yet. But perhaps you will, one day." It could be very hard to convince someone that had held their beliefs for a very long time, as it seemed likely Joscelin had.

His brows furrowed after a moment, and he reached across the table, laying his hand on Joscelin's. "Is something bothering you, my child? You seem troubled." He genuinely wanted to help, if there was something in his power that he could help with. If nothing else then he wanted to know what had troubled Joscelin.