Yes, to give her something more first.

You call out her name, reaching one of your hands under her chin, before lifting it and forcing her to look at your eyes again.

"Baylie," you tell her. "I've got an idea. I also didn't realize the Winter Ball was coming up. However, just now, you were seconds away from seeing two balls that have been down most of the time."

"Right," she says, chuckling lightly.

She then opens her mouth widely from top to bottom, and directs her mouth towards your waist. However, you place the hand that had been touching her chin up against her nose, blocking its path.

"Therefore," you continue, "I'll make you another deal. I will give you the extension, and won't call your father tomorrow, if you agree to come to my office at the end of the week with a few of your girlfriends."

"Do you need more customers?!" she asks. "Since neither of us were working on street corners, I assumed you were doing well."

"I am," you say, making sure your ego doesn't send your talk off-track. "When you bring the girls over, I don't expect them to ask for loans, but I will be giving them deposits."