"...Is it some sort of First Aid practice device? I'm not sure this part of a woman's anatomy is integral to her vital functions."

"It's not meant to enhance a woman's well-being." Siri looks absolutely smug.

"......" His face changes from confusion to a slightly withering look.

"I'd suggest you understand now."

"I'd suggest you have some sort of mental imbalance to pick up such a thing, much less present it as a gift."

"Hey, hey. On my last undercover assignment, one of those saved my life."

He only lifts an eyebrow at her, unconvinced.

"Okay, it saved my dignity."

"Close enough." He hands it back. "You might want to hold onto it then. In case you once again come under threat."

She leans forward conspiratorially. "Listen: I won't tell anyone, if you decide you want to keep it."

"Certainly not!"

"Okay, okay. It's because I'd know, isn't it? How about I leave it in one of the botanical..."

"Get out."

"I won't go look later to see if it's gone. And even if it is, that doesn't mean you..."

"Get out."

She holds up her hands. "Okay, okay. But it might just happen to be left around somewhere, if you happen to stumble across it."

"Out."

She smirks and departs. He suspects he hasn't seen the last of the blasted thing.