You're outraged.

For a moment you don't understand his meaning, then you flush with shock and anger.

"I can't believe you suggest that!" you retort with outrage. "What makes you think I'd even consider something like that?"

"Maybe the way you dressed to come up and try to convince me to give you more time," he says with a muted chuckle.

You flush deeper, this time in some embarrassment at his comment, acknowledging to yourself that you did choose your clothes in an attempt to tease and distract him.

"Just because I'm dressed like this, doesn't mean I'm for sale," you snap. "And if I was for sale it sure wouldn't be for a hundred bucks."

"Is that the start of negotiations, or are you just declining the suggestion," he laughs.

You feel a spurt of anger at his reaction, making you toss your head and stand up abruptly, turning towards the door. "A pathetic old man like you should pay a hundred bucks just to talk to a girl as sexy as me, let alone anything else." You sneer at him, trying to think of another insult, while a part of your mind is telling you to shut up, to not go too far.

He looks at you mildly, seemingly unconcerned with your brief tirade. "You'd be surprised what this 'pathetic old man' gets from pretty young women without having to pay for it."

You snort and toss your head in scornful disbelief and head towards the door. Your hand is on the doorknob when he speaks again, his voice a polite question.

"So shall I expect you back with the hundred dollar down payment, or am I just going ahead with eviction?"