He smiles at you.

"I was merely contemplating your beauty," he says.

"You flatter me," you say, smiling and blushing.

You are about to continue when you are overcome by a wave of dizziness. You clutch at the edge of the bar to keep from falling over backwards.

"Are you all right?" LaCroix asks. "Let me take you into the back rooms where you may lie down."

You

Realize how unsafe that would make you, and say, "I barely know you."

Regardless of your reservations, you say, "Yes, of course."