By hitting on her

"You are way too pretty honestly, were you a model," I said, "I can barely concentrate right now. And the sleeping arrangements for partners can be very.. intimate when weather is too much. It just wouldn't be good." Kushina looked at me, thinking hard on what I had just said. Suddenly I saw the banana go back in her mouth. She tasted it as she thought of a response.

"This is the first time I've been called too pretty for anything," said Kushina, "I wonder if my husband knew about these intimate sleeping arrangements?" Most likely he would have, but I wasn't going to say that.

"You think he did," said Kushina, "I can read your expressions. You may say a lot of confident things, but I can tell half of what you say makes you really nervous. Are you nervous around me?" Kushina stepped closer and turned to the side showing off the curve in her ass. I had to play this off cool.

"Yes mam," I said. That wasn't good. Kushina laughed.

"Well you are actually really sweet," said Kushina, "I was never a model though. I was a dancer, can you guess which kind." This was a trap if I ever heard of one. But I would bite.