Tease her

"How much cum do you drink so you can smell it way over there?"

Charlie's eyes twitch, her lips shifting into something close enough to a scowl. "It's pretty fucking potent. How the fuck did you not smell it?"

Ethan shrugs. "I don't know. Guess you're more familiar with the smell than I am."

Snorting, Charlie fires back. "Or maybe you're just used to reeking like jizz."

"Maybe, I mean you smell cum and start crawling all over me?" Ethan tries to put a salacious tone on, finding some success. "Jesus, you must be hard up."

Charlie's jaw slackens for a second before snapping shut. "I-That's not..." she takes a deep. "I wasn't..."

Sensing her on the backfoot, Ethan presses on. "So you're saying you didn't basically crawl right onto my lap?"

"I-" Charlie's cheeks turn a slightly darker color. "I mean, yes, but-"

Getting a little carried away and forgetting who he's talking to, Ethan keeps going. "Wow. Didn't think you were a cum-slut." No sooner than the last word leaves his mouth does Ethan regret it, for a few reasons.

Charlie stares at him, her eyes wide.