You quickly explain that you were just joking, and that you really do like Bruto's Cars or whatever. She, of course, does not believe you. In fact, judging by her face, she's of the opinion that you are trash, feebly trying to get with anything willing to take off their pants. You should be ashamed. The look she gives you at the series of pitiful lies is so cold that you wake up feeling profoundly guilty.