The ‘creepy therapist’ comment drew a chuckle from Leolo.  “I’m not a therapist,” he confessed.  “And if you’ll forgive me for saying so, it seems like the world has become a very sad place when showing concern for your fellow beings is considered creepy.”<br/><br/>As she explained the source of her unhappiness, Leolo shook his head and made sympathetic noises.  “The boy is a fool for hurting someone who clearly cares so much about him.”   To Leolo’s surprise, the words carried genuine emotion.  Initially, he hadn’t felt anything about the boy one way or another.  But now, hearing that the girl’s ex had betrayed her once before, Leolo began hating the boy a bit.  How could someone fail to treat her like the treasure she clearly was?  If the boy had insulted a woman in the Summer Court like that, he’d quickly find himself challenged to a duel.<br/><br/>Leolo opened his mouth, prepared to assure the girl that she would soon find someone capable of appreciating everything she had to offer them.  But she was already excusing herself.  Of course, he could use glamor to make her stay.  However, Leolo considered that to be cheating -- he’d never used glamor to get any of the women he bedded.  It was just a tool for making humans do what he wanted when he didn’t have the time to threaten them or convince them with his charm.<br/><br/>Hopping to his feet, Leolo managed to catch the girl just as her balance faltered.  “It seems that even one drink may have been too much,” he observed.  “Do you need some help getting home?”