At the end of the punt. We've had some great sex, but she has quite a sense of humour:
Her: You certainly know your way around a woman's body!
Me: Yes, I think inside I must be part woman, because I seem to enjoy the same approach to sex.
Her: Believe me, you're one hundred percent man!
A short while later (and I think we're joking, but there might be a little mutual EAS going on).
Her: If I had met you at a different time and place then perhaps....
Me: Yeah, and if I were thirty years younger.
Her: No, you're in your prime.
Me: (stifling laugh) Yes, OK, but when you're in your mid-forties I'll be mid-seventies!
Her: That's OK, I'll have got rid of you by then for a younger man. Well at least I'm honest!