Pass, Roger. Maybe one day.
Please don't. I feel sick when men touch me. Not your fault, and something I hope to overcome before I die.
Pass
I probably could not. I don't usually drink alcohol and I don't like wine. I will dine with you or share a pot of tea.
Dinner, and Natalya is improving
Now that is a shame. Maybe someone more suitable for you will come along.
I'm not normally one for hiding my light under a bushel, but I still have a few secrets.
You have secrets from your SO.
It's snowing but we are warm and cosy.
Fall over (_very_ old joke)
Of course, Wine, Dine, or Fuck Not Passing
Now we're cooking, or at least we were.
No.