Jim: The imp was snoring at his desk, a book over his face as he was on one of his very very very long breaks. "Zzzzz.."
Jim: The imp seemed to be sipping on a cup of coffee as he was on his very very long break. "Hmmmm.."
Isabelle: *she floats over to him in interest.* "Hello, child! Taking a break again, I see?"
Imp: The imp nearly choked on his coffee as he began laughing. "Child? Oh man lady you really cracked me up!" He kept laughing until he eventually calmed down, he then looked up at her. "I'm 57 years old, and the names Jim"
Isabelle: "Oh, I'm sorry. It's a metaphorical form that I call almost everyone as a sign of love and respect."
Jim: Eh? Oh then it's fine then...heh, you sort of remind me of someone from my past really" the imp chuckles then coughs as he clears his throat. "So what's your name?"