Get outta here

You have a bad feeling about this. Chryssie is attractive and also touchy-feely, judging from how she already has your paws in hers. She's coming on pretty strong. What if she's some grifter who uses all this sappy spirituality (with a sexy edge) as way to fleece suggestible young men like yourself?

"Maybe another time." you say, pulling back. "I'm not sure I'm up for this, now that I'm thinking about it."

Chryssie is clearly surprised. Her ears droop, and she almost pouts. "Is something wrong?"

Is she going to turn on the waterworks now? You're certainly no less suspicious. "Just changed my mind. Sorry. Have a good day." You make a quick but dignified exit with your wallet intact.