If you can't change their mind, make them jealous

Lavender's viewpoint

"Now, that's embarrassing," he said laughingly, "but will you believe me if I say this is the second time a woman out of my spec arouse me?" I shrugged. "Doesn't matter, does it? I'm guessing I'm not your spec?"

"Nope," I popped then took a sip from my drink, "and you won't even be my second choice, probably fifth."

"Wow, your standard is that high?"

"Have you seen my husband? In case you haven't, he's sitting at table twelve with five kids, my five kids," I ran my tongue over my lips when his parted. He stole a lurky glance at the table and returned his eyes to me, then looked again. He repeated it for seven times before he placed his hand on my chest, my boobs specifically, and used his other hand to do the sign of the cross.