Leroy paid attention to every girl. It didn't matter to him if they were short, tall, gorgeous, skinny, fat, ugly, annoying, stupid, smart... he just liked girls. He didn't discriminate. Of course, it never hurt if they were attractive like Isabella.
"It's a pretty name. And you're a pretty girl. So it fits," he answered, shrugging again. He was always careful not to lay compliments on too thick, because then they seemed insincere. And even though he complimented girls a lot, he always meant them. He wasn't a liar.