Tell him what you found out.

"Dave, we need to talk!", you say.

He looks at you, amused: "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No! Of course not. Dave, this is important. Look... I was doing some online research today at the office, and... there was something weird about those Happy Maids."

"Weird?"

"Well... there were people... quite a lot of people, who think that since they have a Happy Maid, they have changed. Their feelings, their emotions have changed."

Dave looks at you, frowning: "Darling... of course people change, when they have a housemaid. They have more time! They see the world differently. Everything is easier. That's a big change! That's totally normal."

"Yes, but this looks more serious. There is very disturbing indication that somehow those maids tamper with your brain. People get all careless and deranged and sex crazed."

Dave takes another sip of tea and then bursts laughing. Tea spills on his trouser: "Really, honey! That's your concern?! What is this story? Mind eating housemaids? Thought erasing photon beams? Are you telling me some Aliens are taking over the Earth in the disguise of young women? If so, then I must admit the cuisine on Mars is better than everything I have evert tasted here on Earth!"

"Dave, I am serious! This is serious!" You are dimly aware how crazy you must sound, and for a moment you wonder again, if indeed you fell into the trap of some crazy conspiracy theorists. After all, Dave acts normal. You act normal. If there was really any danger, wouldn't you be "under the influence" of it already. Whatever that influence is. Is it because the maid it not in the room?