He held the lift doors - as they closed and we began our journey to the Ground Floor, he said, "It smells like someone's having a bar-b-que for lunch."
"Thank you." I said. He looked at me, a slightly confused look on his face "It's my new fragrance, from Calvin Kline."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, it smells like meat" I continued "it's part of my new strategy to be attractive to men."
"What do you mean?"
"To smell like food they like. Steak cooking on a bar-b-que, for instance, in hope to attract them."
"Oh." he didn't sound convinced, "How's that working for you?"
"You're talking to me, aren't you?"
He hesitated for a second or two, then said "I think you're only half-truthing..."
"Nah," I assured him, "I'm actually flat-out lying."