Politely Refuse

Emma could smell the **** from where she was standing. Anything smelling that strong was not going to be like the fruity girly drinks she enjoyed at college.

"No, thank you, but I'm not much of a drinker." Emma said.

Edward gave a shrug then poured the contents of her glass into his own.

"That smells really strong. What is it?" Emma asked.

Edward took a slow sip then answered. "Can't tell you, family secret."

"I am family!" Emma pouted.

"Ha, you've got me there." Edward said, then went back to his drink.

"Well, are you going to tell me or what?" She asked impatiently.

"No. Then it wouldn't be a secret." Edward said.

"You have a lot of those." Emma said, crossing her arms and frowning at her impossible Uncle.

"All men do, Sweetie. Have a seat and I'll tell you a few." Edward sat back in his chair, legs spread apart.

Emma didn't know if he was suggesting that she sit on his lap or if he was just getting comfortable.