An oddly disappointed acceptance?

The stout man continues his jovial smile during your offer, and yet you get the slight sense of disappointment, as if upset he didn't get the expected response from you.

"Ahh now you offer too much for too little, what's the fun of a prize one didn't earn? But then I suppose it's true one must tailor the trade that they tender to the temperament of their target, and I discern you are definitely a dame with distinctly decadent desires worthy of a different deal." The man responds, as he ambles closer in an odd slightly bow legged gait of his. To your chagrin he seems to be getting more pleasure out of his own alliterative word play then from the sight of your body or the pleasure it promises.

"I've already picked a plentiful proportion of produce to be share with a pair. So instead of you sharing your drink I'll share mine and a meal as well; and in exchange you share yourself. To put things as clearly as I'm known for I'll offer you a meal and drink and in exchange you sleep with me, let me take what I want without complaint. I'll make sure to give you pleasure beyond your expectations and if your can give as good as you get I'll leave you a few gifts to remember me by."

As he says this the man closes into your personal space, rubbing up against you in a sensual way, leaning in to kiss at the back of you neck as his hands run along your thigh and ever closer to your increasingly wet pussy . Yet for all his groping that stupid grin stays plastered on his face.

"I must confess I hope you say yes to a naughty caress" He whispers in your ear.