I was in a very similar situation, and tried just about everything — nothing worked.

[beat;]

Then it turned out she was my clone, raised to hate, kill, and replace me. Didn't take it so hard, after that.

[There's a moment of pause as she frowns, bemused in reflection, before her expression lightens.] Anyway. How about drinks, and truth or dare? The only stipulation being that none of the dares can involve touching each other.