You have arrived unannounced at my stately home, and are brought to me by my butler. I ask what you are doing here, and you tell me you have come to ask me on a date. A DATE? With YOU? Did I hear that correctly? I am not just shocked, I am deeply offended and repulsed. How could you even have the audacity to ask an "old money", high class, rich socialite like me out on a date? I do not date peasants. We do not run in the same circles, and I would never ever date a poor person like you. In fact poor people offend me, I can smell the scent of the "working class" coming off you right now, and I would really prefer it if you didn't look directly at me as it makes me feel uncomfortable when poor people do that, yuck! If you're so desperate to date me, then instead perhaps you can be my slave, join "the help" around my home, wash my dirty knickers, arrange my dates for me and my boyfriends (who are of course rich and handsome, and frequent all the same venues that I do in Kensington and Chelsea). Ultimately, you're just too low class and poor and I'm sickened that you're even standing here on my property, so leave immediately before I have my security throw you out. Yuck!