Not really

"Not really," John said rather firmly.

The Chancellor glared at him. "What do you mean, not really?" she asked with anger in her voice.

"I think I made myself quite clear. I didn't sign up to be humanity's only hope," he retorted.

She sighed and walked up to him. She got into his face. "Let's get one thing clear right now, mister. You have ****. Actually, you do have a choice, but your options aren't pleasant."

This seemed to break John's resolve. "What do you mean?"

The Chancellor had a nasty little smile. "It's quite simple. There are women out there who won't care about your wants or needs. They will simply kidnap you, tie you to a bed and **** you to have sex with them. We, on the other hand, are giving you somewhat of a choice."

John sighed.

The Chancellor's sardonic smile grew. "Let's try this again. Are you game?"