For Lack Of A Better Tittle: NUNS!

"I assure you I'm very proper around my celibate respectable female guests--particularly women of the cloth." He smiled. "I only have sex with willing people."

She grew silent, obviously embarrassed.

"...I'm sorry."

"You aren't expecting to have sex with me?" he asked, frowning. "If this is some kind of rape fantasy, your should at least explain."

"No!" She shouted. "I don't want to sleep with you, and that's just...disgusting! What sorts of gross people do you associate yourself with?!"

"I know all kinds of people," he replied calmly. "Some are shadier than others--but then again, I wasn't the classiest teenager. Times are tough, a lone teenaged immigrant has to find some way to survive."

She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head.

"...you scare me, sometimes."

"I do?" he asked. "What's so scary about a person who formally lived in a bad neighborhood and had a trashy job? Nowadays I'm a priest and I help people."

"Yes, but..." She sighed. "I don't know! You're just...weird."

"Is it the fact that I'm sexually active?" he pressed.

She frowned.

"...Yes." She replied quietly. "...I'm not used to it."

"I just have control of my body," he explained. "It's a good thing--healthy, too. The way God intended. I promise I'm a decent fellow, I just happen to enjoy sex as well as prayer. It's that simple."

She shrugged.

"I'm not sure...I'm not used to...people like you."

He patted her on the shoulder.

"Well, I'm good people, so I hope you grow to be comfortable with it."

"...Just don't touch me, I don't want you to infect me with your diseases." She replied plainly.

Priestly laughed heartily.

"My dear! You can't catch sexually transmitted diseases that way--but I'm glad to inform you I have none. I use protection."

"...I don't believe you." She insisted stubbornly.

"I can show you, if you insist," he said with a waggle of his brows.

"I told you to stop that!"

"Stop what?" he asked, genuinely confused. "Seriously, I have no sexual diseases--and if I did, the only way I could give them to you would be through unprotected sexual acts."

"No, I mean...stop coming onto me all the time! I already said no!!" She snapped, crossing her arms and pouting. "So stop it."

"I'm not trying to come onto you," he replied. "Perhaps you're fantasizing? Which is fine, but if you are I wish you'd ask me to make it a reality."

"No! Stoooop!" She whined. "I doooon't!"

"Then please don't make up sexy fantasies about me."

"I don't!!" She insisted, groaning loudly. "...I can't win with you!"

"Sure you can," he said. "You just aren't willing to do that, which I respect."