When you're in an high class establishment (you have to read it that way, with a snooty accent to boot), and a waiter - in a tux! - offers you and the woman you're talking with oysters (with a wink and a nod, telling you both that they're purported to be an aphrodisiac) don't, if you want to maintain your classy facade, blurt out "no thanks: she doesn't need one and I don't want one".
Her husband, at least, laughed. Because he got it - they were working out the details of how soon they could ditch the party and get back to the hotel. What with having a weekend in a nice hotel and grandma looking after the 18 month old baby and all. The last thing in the world she needed was an aphrodisiac!
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