At least you acknowledge it.

[Aymeric shrugged, and with a sigh he gave up on the argument altogether, taking a seat on the bench behind him and pinching the bridge of his nose. His knees ached from kneeling on the debris anyway.]

Moan all you like. It's plain you're taking out your dislike of religion on a stranger for whatever reason, and that it's bringing you no small amount of amusement.