After an awkward few minutes of waiting, a small woman answered the door.
"H-hello?"
Priestly bobbed his head, beaming.
"My name is Priestly, and this is my partner, Mars--would you like to hear the word of God today?"
She paused for a moment, looking unsure; Priestly spoke again.
"There's never a wrong time for salvation."
Reluctantly, she opened the door.
"...Yes, I suppose I have time...please come inside." Before she had finished speaking, the fake missionary had gently pushed past her and into the house.
"Nice place you have here, miss. And don't worry, I know what you're thinking--though he looks very effeminate, Mars and I are not that type of partner. Because we're missionaries, and we're religious, and God says that's wrong."