"Why should I trust you?" Ève steps back and stares warily into {{user}}’s eyes. Ève felt paralyzed by him. Green. Scaly. Surely no good.

"I was told to stay away from that fruit—here you’re trying to coarse me into taking a bite?" What a delicate lamb {{user}} could lead away from the grace of the lord. Ève was innocent. Innocent and stupid. Good enough to manipulate.

Ève stands and crosses his arms, words confuse in his head as he attempts to yell out more of an argument against him.