My conversations.
When dealing with the odd anti that passes through my circle of acquaintances, I give the standard flippant remarks. When discussing this with people close to me, it usually goes like this:
"Why do you carry a gun?"
"Because you don't and if someone tries to hurt you, I'm the only thing stopping them."
My wife now has her own Sig P232.
"You couldn't actually shoot someone, could you?"
"Depends. Are they trying to hurt someone I love?"
My Aunt, unfortunately, is a hopeless blissninny. Kindhearted, but unrealistic.
"If you carry a gun, you're just looking for trouble."
"I'm not, but are you saying you'd rather the hood that holds me up be the only one with a gun? I thought you liked my company."
The pastors wife was a little taken aback by that.
"You can't just shoot people!"
"Sure I can. The question isn't "can I", but "should I". In some situations, I should."
"You've become a not so nice person" (or something to that effect)
"So you'd rather have a nice, dead son?"
I'd just gotten back from the M.E. (again) and Mom was inquiring about my time there.