Something a little more physical.

Amber walked into the kitchen and came back with a spoon. "Do you care about this spoon?" When Bill shook his head, she held it up and promptly bent it in half, snapping it.

"Hey!" Bill yelled in surprise.

Amber smiled. "Wait for it." She took both halves and closed her palm around them. After a second, she opened her palm to reveal perfect metal sphere. Bill gaped in disbelief. Amber tossed the ball in the air and caught it in her mouth. After a few seconds with no visible movement she opened her mouth and pulled out a perfectly formed spoon.

"Now imagine what else I can do with this mouth," she suggested coyly.

Bill was too shocked to pick up on the innuendo. "What the fuck? How did- what the fuck ARE you?"

She placed the reconstituted spoon on the table and put his hands on her hips. "I've been perfectly clear about what I am. You're just struggling to understand. Let me help you."

She reached down and started to stroke his member, which quickly stiffened. Bill almost let himself get caught up in the moment before gasping and stepping back.

"Why are you trying so hard to seduce me? Amber, what on earth is going on?"

She leaned back with a sigh. "You're lonely, Bill. You haven't been with a woman since your wife passed. The easiest and quickest way to get you to accept this is to meet a need you've grown so accustomed to you that you forget you have it."

"You wanna fuck me so I'll accept you?" he asked, mouth agape.

She giggled playfully. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want anything. I'm just doing this to help you. Even that I don't want. It just inexplicably became one of my priorities to make you aware of what I am."

A beat passed and when it became evident he wouldn't reply, she once again grabbed his cock through his pants. "Now," she said slyly, "where were we?"