Scene: Jack and the Priest leaving the tavern.
Priest, a bit puzzled: "That was very generous of you, Lord Jack. That gold could have bought the entire tavern ten times over."
Jack: "Really? Man, when I buried it, this was barely enough for a proper meal. Speaking of generous..."
Jack throws the chest to the Priest.
Priest: "Wh- Lord Jack! I have taken vows of poverty!"
Jack: "Look, priests NEED to have money, man. The temple's gonna need repairs SOMEDAY, and craftsmen do not work pro bono. Besides, you could really do with some new robes."
Priest: "B-but I can't! This is not... I can't!"
Jack, facepalming: "Then give it to fucking charity! Buy some teenager a prostitute! Set it on fire and dance naked around it, I don't care!"
Scene: Jack and the Priest walking
The Priest looks at the chest, then looks at Jack. He looks at the tavern over his shoulder, then looks at Jack again.
Priest: "You're a lot nicer than you seemed when I woke you up."
Jack: "I get grumpy in the mornings."
Scene: Jack and the Priest back at the temple
Jack: "... sooo... you're gonna go back to praying then?"
Priest puts down the chest.
Priest: "Well, yes. I must finish my rites before sundown."
Jack: "Right. Of course. Because otherwise your kind and benevolent gods will roast your soul in hellfire. I get it."
Priest: "Oh, nothing so extreme as that. But they are important. Our Prophet said: 'By devotion alone is a man's soul made clean'."
Jack, not really listening: "Yeah. Devotion. Sure."
Scene: Still at the temple
Jack stands around, restless, as the priest does his rites and prays.
He plays with his sword, studies a big statue of himself, saying "aw, he got the nose all wrong", tosses his helmet up and catches it for a while. Then, bored, he says...
Jack: "So, uh, imma grab some cash and find a brothel. Later."
... causing the Priest to get a WTF sort of expression.
Scene: The Priest running after Jack as he's leaving the temple
Priest: "Lord Jack!"
Jack: "Oh, hey. I figured you'd have taken vows of chastity as well, but hey, I've coins enough for us both to get a good..."
Priest, insistent and mortified: "Lord Jack!"
Jack: "... what?"
Priest: "You cannot be serious! You cannot be going to... to..." - *he makes exasperated gestures* - "... with that sort of, of, of WOMEN!"
Jack, puzzled: "Well, I ain't doing it with GUYS. My sword don't swing that way." - he then adds hastily, looking at the Priest's horrified expression - "Not that there's anything wrong with that or anything. I mean, if that's your kind thing, then more power to ya, man."