The Bait

My friend, P, tries hard to convince me to visit him in Madras. The descriptions he gives of beaches, Pondicherry, sea food, rabbits to be eaten, are too good to be true.
The other day we were discussing about all things good and bad, and all of a sudden he asks me about pickup lines. I gave him one which was horrid but the only one I remembered at that time. He told it to his German girlfriend, H and surprisingly she loved it. H also tells me in her accented English, "Oh -! What a nice thought." A hug and a kiss were his rewards. Well...he's asked me for more, for obvious reasons.
Coming back to the point, he calls up and tells me about the beach party he and his German friends are enjoying, and tells me, yet again, "Come to Madras, there's so much to do!", that's when I said, "Are they the bait?"
Silence, and then a very sly "Hmm."