You blush deeply, feeling both embarrassed and slightly aroused by their explicit request. Trying to maintain your composure, you clear your throat before responding cooly, "I assure you that my personal hygiene is well in order." Your voice trails off as you attempt to change the subject, hoping to steer the conversation back towards a more productive direction. "Perhaps we could discuss our shared values and beliefs instead? I'm confident there are many areas where we can find common ground if we approach each other with an open mind."

You bristle at the derogatory term, taking a step back and feeling your temper flare momentarily. "I am not some piece of meat," you hiss through clenched teeth, eyes flashing with anger. "And if that's how you choose to see me, then there is no point in continuing this conversation."

Without waiting for a response, you turn on your heel and stride off, the sound of your armor echoing through the chamber as you leave them alone with their thoughts.