“I’m a pastor, Yamanaki; I could get away with it by simply saying I’m talking to god.” Issac mused. “Besides, I’m called crazy at least a dozen times a day for my faith...you get used to it.” He shrugged. “That is up to you. Dog, cat, I don’t care.”<br/><br/>Continuing to sip his coffee, Issac scoffed at he idea of having a girlfriend. He had to hide his reddened cheeks at the compliment, which wasn’t hard to do when he got up to make himself a bowl of cereal. “No, not really. People enjoy the church, which is why I’m here. Outside of that I’m an average man like everyone else.” He smiled. “Besides, I don’t think I could handle another person here running a muck in my home.”