Console her

"Hey, no, Jessie I really liked your idea I just didn't want to hurt you. You know, since I weigh a lot," I did my best to console her. "You don't need to cry or anything. I don't think you're dumb at all."

The anguish on her face immediately vanished. It was downright creepy how quickly my approval changed her mood. This whole claimed woman thing was going to take a while to get used to.

"Really? You don't think I'm dumb?" She looked keenly at me, searching for something in my expression. If she wasn't so hot this desperation for my approval might have been off-putting. As it was, though, it was just giving me ideas for what I could do with her.

"No, not at all," I lied. "In fact, why don't you prove to me how smart you are by telling me what is going on down here, and who you are. And why you're dressed like that." I gestured at the skin-tight uniform that adorned her perky little body.

"Oh that's, like, easy," she laughed a cute little laugh. "I'm Jessie! And this is my volleyball uniform!" That was apparently it. She stared at me in silence.

I sighed and focused on not pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation. "Okay, let's take this one at a time."