She wants an explanation

"Are you gay?" The question catches you by surprise, and Tamara adds quickly. "You don't even consider my offer. Most guys your age would do almost anything to get into my pants." The way she says most guys your age makes you feel ancient.

"No, Miss Longmire," you tell her without letting her jab at your advanced years and blithe assumption that she is irresistible annoy you, "I'm not gay, but I'm not going to be led around by my cock either."

"Then you're tempted, at least a little. Aren't you?" She persists. There's a yearning look in her face, as though she's seeking reassurance for her beauty and attractiveness.

"You're a very pretty young woman, Miss Longmire." You assure the blonde far more worried about her desirability than anything else. "If you were a little older and we met under different circumstances, I'm sure I would be very interested in getting to know you." That much is certainly true, not that you aren't tempted right now, but you don't need to tell her that.