He starts off with his smaller temptations.

"Alright," John says, "I'll tell you about the bus on the way here." He swallows again, hesitates, then hesitates again.

"Okay, so I hate taking the bus. That's the first thing you need to know. It's just impractical to own a car in this city, as I'm sure you know. But the bus is always full of people, and I don't handle them very well. On top of that, busses are full of gross, dirty people. Smelly people who live in garbage or just left the gym, sticky, loud children, you name it. And it's not just the people. It's the gross floors, the seats that have seen _who knows what. _And the noise, don't even get me started on..." he stopped and took a breath. "Anway, I hate the bus. It was the root of some of my more tame temptations. I was tempted to will a new car into existence. Or make all of the people on the bus change. To get picked up by a limo driven by a model. Hell, I was tempted to just be here. Easy as that."

"Then why didn't you?" Sheila asked.

"Because, if I give in to temptations like those, that are mostly harmless, I'll start giving in to worse things. It's how it always happens in books. Corruption always starts off small."

"Alright, I think I can understand that. But there's a lot you're leaving out. What are the harmful things?"

He snaps his fingers like he's just realized something. "Actually, I know exactly where the temptations would come in. Corrupting other people. Changing them. I already talked about making some model my limo driver and suggested that was a harmless temptation. But that's wrong," he scolded himself. "If I said I made Lindsay, or Eve my limo driver, maybe that would help me. Maybe I need to humanize people more. They're all real people, just like me, just like the Doc is." His voice got softer and softer as he spoke more to himself than to the person sitting across from him.

Sheila cleared her throat.

"Oh right, sorry. Just... making some coping strategies, like you always say. Anyway, changing _people _is what I'm so afraid of. Like this girl on the bus I **** myself to get on today. She was kind of cute. Nothing all that special. But something about her, maybe how she dressed or how she held herself, made me think about sex. Just sex. And I wanted to change her."