That wasn't the whole story which still makes me smile when I think about it.
Father Vincent was (is, I think he's still working in his vocation) a complete innocent, a wonderful, caring person. He just had no concept of how things might appear.
After I fixed his computer, I noticed this very nice writing pen next to it which caused him to tell me about his collection of pens. There were several in the living room and each one had a story behind it. Then he said, that's not my whole collection, here let me show you.
And he did show me. His entire collection. Located in his bedroom.
So here we are, alone in the parish house, in his bedroom. He's talking away about this wonderful collection and now I'm anxious and thinking, "Father, you have no idea what someone might think if they walked in right now and saw us alone in your bedroom!"
Not wanting to seem rude but as quickly as I could, I mentioned I should get back to work. I did chuckle about it the rest of the afternoon in turn with feeling how awful it would have been if someone had come in and decided to cause trouble for him. No one that innocent should have to shoulder something like that.