Barclay and Leon
"Everyone's a critic," Leon laughed, unfazed by Barclay's usual manners. Having Barclay as a friend, and apparently as a date, meant you had to not take yourself so seriously and be able to accept sometimes insensitive comments. Leon had heard worse from other students about his dreads, necklaces, and even some racial remarks that made Barclay's seem pretty complimentary. That might even be how the druid was intending them.
"I didn't want to go or need a date, either." The voodooist shrugged, glancing at Barclay when he turned flattering words his way. Leon waved apologetically at the boy Barclay had been caught pointing at, then turned to his friend. "Hold on, you think I'm attractive? Conventionally so?" He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease, even if he knew Barclay was only doing the same. "How long have you had these closeted feelings for me, Mr. Grisholt?"