About this time last week:
Her: You're not creepy, you're nice. Me: I act nice, but I really am just a creepy old pervert. Her: Why do you say that? You're a gentleman. Me: I like having sex with girls half my age instead of my wife, and I don't mind paying for it. Her: ... Me: See?
She finished the song out, lifted her pussy off my finger, and left with mumbled thank you.
This week:
Her: (walking up to me as I sit down) Ok, but you're a nice creepy old pervert. Me: It's the "don't mind paying for it" part, isn't it? Her: Pretty much yeah. But you are at least nice about it.
Honesty is the best policy.

