Someone was touchy. She cocked an eyebrow. He bent the meaning of a word so it did not insult his angelfish. Intelligence was intelligence - creativity creativity. For her words had meant no insult. There were differences in intelligence just as much as there were differences in strength. But people got touchy when they talked about abilities of the mind. And the way he put it - Juliet must either be a good friend or a lover to him. The pet name taken into consideration, she mused the latter was true. "Fare well, lover boy."