House Painter: You must be a good listener then, if so many people trust you with their secrets.

Call Girl: Goes part and parcel with the job, really.

House Painter:  Oh? And what is it you do for a living?

Call Girl:  Well, it's been around for quite some time you see. You might even say it's the oldest profession ever known.

(silence, slightly embarrassed he hasn't responded)
Call Girl: I hope you're not going to ask me to spell it out for you because-

(teasing) 
House Painter: No, just seeing how red your face would get if I said nothing.

House Painter: Not at all. I happen to be an artist. If anything, you should be thinking less of me.

Call Girl:I love art. What kind do you do?

House Painter:I'm a painter.

Call Girl:Have I seen any of your work?

House Painter: Maybe. See that hardware store across the street? I painted those walls.

Call Girl:Oh, that is indeed quite the masterpiece. A regular Sistine chapel. And may I ask if a man of your talents would be willing to paint a woman's apartment, or is that beneath you?

House Painter:Well, I have a lot of important clients, but I think I can work it into my schedule. Is this your apartment?