"You know," I say, "this brave show you're putting on isn't going to do you or the men you think you're going to protect any good. Even without that lipstick formula we have other ways to get men to do what we want..."
He wants to protest, but in the end he can only shake his head.
"Oh, it's true," I tease, "like your fetish for breasts... You can't help but look at them, can you?"
He shakes his head in protest and tries vainly to close his eyes. But they don't close!