"Your bedroom," she replies, grinning.
"Well, oh, great," I stammer, wondering whether they have condom machines in the staff toilet.
"Whaaattt, I'm only joking -you have to at least buy me a glass of wine and pay me a compliment first..." she giggles. I laugh in an attempt to conceal my embarrassment and quickly try to think of a witty retort while trying to picture the wall of the toilet to see if there is a condom machine on it.
"Is there a condom machine in the staff toilet?" I hear myself saying.