My own recent example
In my most recent game, a situation had come about where an unusual exchange of dialog had taken place. But first, the frame of reference.
Eberron campaign setting, in the kingdom of Thrane.
Thrane is a theocracy populated by bigots.
My character was a changling (a race subject to Thranian Bigotry)
My character had been impersonating a preist
My character had also recently desecrated an ancient alter, thereby reactivating a mechanism that spawned large quantities of undead.
Agents of the government had tracked our party down to an in, and started asking after the where abouts of my characters 2 most recently used aliases. A party member alerted me, and I was about to leave. I had taken the persona of a beliggerant half orc warrior.
The inquisitor recognized me via some magical means, and had me dead to rights. Being in character, I denied being who I was, and refused to stop, while uttering very rude insults. As I walked to the door, they insisted I stop, and I refused. The critical exchange was this:
Me: Listen, (expletive), your (expletive) accusations are groundless and if you want to deal with this, will do it outside.
Inquisitor: I said sit down. Now are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way
Me: I think I have made my choice obvious by now. (To Dm: I step towards the door)
This lead to me being shot at by an archer. Archer scored a critical, and after I reminded the DM that a bow did x3 critical and not x2, I was left with one HP. It was judged that the arrow drilled my foot and pretty much nailed me to the floor.
Me: Very well. I have reconsidered your proposal to discuss this matter.
I was certaintly willing to discuss this matter with them. But I insisted on being disrespectful (I was still insisting I was Rourc the beliggerant half Orc, rather than Jack Blackblade, a Changling Rogue). This was certaintly in character for the situation.
Inquisitor: Ok, now sit down so we can discuss this.
Me: I prefer to stand rather than sit with a walking crap sack.
Archer: Sit down or I will put the next arrow into your face.
Me: I would very much like to see that.
THOCK.. THUD - Sound of me being shot in the face and falling down at -4 hp.
The inquisitor than sat down, discussed the matter with the more co-operative members of the party, and then stabilized me and brought me back to positive hp. Our DM has decreed that when reduced to 0 Hp, changlings revert to their 'natural' form. So I awoke, looked at myself, looked at the inquisitor, at myself again, then back at the inquisitor and said
Me: Hello. I am Jack Blackblade. I hear you have been wishing to speak with me.
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