A long pause, and Washu burst out laughing, putting down the utensils and motioning for him to sit down on the couch. "Sorry kid, but you aren't my type; I won't be doing any 'touching' or 'taking', and the only thing I want you to surrender is a couple of minutes of your time."

...she couldn't help it, though, he was so cute when he was flailing. "I'll even keep my inventions to myself, if you want me to. I just wanted you to see that you were being absurd in thinking that I'm here for anything other than to make you well."