Coworker Story Time!

I know I'm not the best storyteller in the world, but bear with me here.

The scene: I am sitting at my desk, The Whistler is sitting across from me blathering on about giving blood and how he hasn't done it in years, but if he were to go live in Africa he'd stock some of his own blood there so he didn't get AIDS. One of the newer members of the department walks in at this point, and she only caught the last few words of what he said. The following conversation ensues (more or less, I've been interrupted in my typing a few times now, and the details are slipping, lol).

New Coworker: Who's got AIDS??
Whistler: Third World Countries. I was just talking about giving blood and how I'd want some of my own blood on hand if I were to live in Africa.
New Coworker: Oh.
Whistler: Anyway... you want some of the good stuff? (points down into his lap)
The new coworker just stands there and stares at him for a minute. My jaw hit the floor.
Whistler (embarrassed): Oh.. um.. THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I was offering you the CHAIR, you pervert!
New Coworker: OH! I didn't even know what to think, "You want some of the good stuff" and you're pointing down at your lap!
Whistler: I can't believe you would think that! You're sick! I didn't even mean that.

Now, she's on her feet most of the day, so I understand he was trying to be nice and let her sit down. But come ON! I just kept my head down and tried not to laugh out loud. It was VERY difficult!!!