DM throws us into the feywild while on our journey to find a rampaging necromancer after stumbling upon a strange tree that twisted into a portal.
While going through the trees, we find a gateway that leads to a road that we need to go down to continue.
A fey man stops us and tells us one of us needs to make a deal with him to continue on. The deal being that we need to give him our firstborn child in exchange for passage. (A classic really. Adds character development to a player's character.)
The rest of the group chatters amongst themselves as I, the Aasimar cleric, stay silent and look down at the token for the fey man. Smoking hot. I know what I have to do...
Fighter: Alright, so who should make the deal?
Monk: Perhaps me? I never planned on having children.
Rogue: Yeah, but what if you do later–
Me: I'll do it.
Fighter: Wha–
Fey: Are you sure... bird?
Me: Quite sure. I only have one question to ask you, Mr. Fey... *Leans closer towards the fey man, who in reality is just the DM* Do you prefer your eggs fried, scrambled, or... fertilized~?
The table is alive with quiet murmurs of noise. The paladin is making incomprehensible noises of disappointment. The fighter is astonished. The wizard keeps looking between me and the DM as I stayed leaned over the table towards the DM.
However... A smirk comes onto the DM's face as he turns the tables on me.
Fey: Careful what you wish for, birdie... I always take them fertilized.
The table now erupts. The bard is laughing his ass off. The rogue is making loud, "ooooohhhhh!!!" sounds as she watches this all go down. The monk is silently resigned as he stares off into space. I'm sitting there, wide-eyed in shock (and probably beet red) as I was not expecting him to flirt back in character since I was so used to just flirting and teasing and could not handle it being thrown back at me.
Lesson learned. You fuck around, you find out. Especially when it's with the DM.