Euterpe looked at him for a long moment, considering his words. It seemed like him - except for the things he was suggesting, that was. But he didn't seem to be under the influence of anything else.
After almost a full minute of saying nothing, Euterpe turned and walked over to the fridge to pull out the half empty bottle of chardonnay there. Why now?, Euterpe kept thinking as she opened the bottle and took a long drink from it. Why are you saying all this now?
She turned back to look at him and said, "I'm not going to have sex with you," she said seriously. "I want to. I mean, obviously I want to and have for years and will keep wanting to for years, but I'm not going to do it." She put the bottle down on the bench near him and crossed her arms. "Because I think if we do that, you're going to regret it, and I refuse to have to look at you lying in my bed curled up in a guilt ball and secretly resenting me."