Deny her

"Sorry, but no. I can't do that."

Alex deflates slightly but is still smiling. "Ah, figured... Sorry for asking." She seems genuinely apologetic to Ethan.

"It's okay," Ethan shrugs, "I just can't be party to that."

"Yeah, no, I get it." Alex nods, "Don't wanna be accused of corrupting the local youth."

"Local youth needs no help from me in that department.{if Alex Sex 3=true} I've been to the secret sex clubhouse before, remember?{endif}" Ethan gives her a sly grin.

Alex dips her head in salute. "Right... Alright, well, I should go," she pops up to her feet, "Sorry again for asking."

"And again, it's okay." Ethan watches her walk to her shoes, slipping into them with no issue.

"You rest up," she kicks the toe of her shoe against the boot mat, giving Ethan a sly look. "Don't want you to sleep through the fair."

Ethan scoffs. "Won't happen."

"We'll see..." she opens the door. "Bye."

"Bye."

And with that she slips out, closing the door behind her.

Sighing, Ethan considers what just went down. While he certainly made the right choice legally and perhaps morally, he wonders if he made the right choice for Alex... Shaking the thought away, he thinks on what he should do next.