The monk goes a little bit pale when confronted with this scarily beautiful ghost girl, her hair aflame, her voice all sultry. Okay, this isn't fair. His knees buckle a little bit under his robes.

"That's—I mean, that won't work." He clears his throat loudly. "This is a protected area, y-you won't be able to use your, ah—womanly charms on me!"

That's entirely a lie, but Holy Funworm, he has to at least try.