Decades ago I was in a hospital Emergency Department joking around with some of the staff, who at that time didn't really know me. They started making double entendres, winking and making naughty jokes. One of them, the clear Alpha of the group (and a very butch Lesbian), made some crack about "poor LeSabreur" being lost or shocked or something to imply that I wasn't comfortable with the discussion. I walked up to her, leaned in close, and said, "My safe word is oranges," grinned evilly and winked at her, walking away as she stared with her mouth hanging open.