I most definitely am NOT interested in skinny dipping.
[Though it wouldn't be the first time, she's never done something like that with a man. And now is not the time for her to start. Still clutching the black bathing suit behind her back, she tosses it at his face as he returns the wine glass next to the bottle.]
If you like it so much, why don't you wear it? [Her arms cross over her chest and she lifts her chin loftily, but the sudden movement makes all the wine she just downed very obvious, at least to her, as a rush of dizzyness assaults her head. She really didn't want to drink it so fast, but she can handle one or two glasses of wine as long as she focuses on thinking before she speaks.]
I'm... perfectly fine. You needn't worry about that. You're the one who had no idea about the existence of the fresheners.
[See. She's doing just fine. She can talk and scold and get through this date without having to resort to jumping in jacuzzis with men she hardly knows or God knows what else he's planning. Unfortunately, she doesn't do so well with his last question though. As the connotation of his words registers in her brain, she barely has time to feel flustered because she's already blurting out...]