Man of Conscience
As always, BOLD is the character, ITALIC is the conscience.
Coffee God
I told you she would name it.
OK, I'll give you that one.
Great name, huh?
It's embarrassing. At least she didn't use the word 'little.'
Feeling a little cocky, are we?
I'm well-versed in the art of the double-entendre, thank you very much.
By the way, that was really cute when you told her 'thank you.' Who knew that there really is such a thing as a sexy grateful look?
I knew. Say what you want, I don't care. I'm in a relationship with the love of my life. Shouldn't you go away now?
We both remember the last time I went away, don't we?
God, never mind, stay. Just keep your mouth shut.
Consciences don't really have mouths, what with us being non-corporeal and all.
The coffee god commands you to be silent.
That didn't even work with her. What makes you think it will work with me?