Barclay and Leon
"Yes, and yet, you made me go," Barclay said accusingly, giving Leon a begrudging look. "What was up with that, anyway? I still don't really get it. Why would you force yourself to come here?" Hastily, Barclay added: "You know, other than a misguided attempt to help a friend."
Barclay took a sip of his drink and then shoot Leon an unimpressed look. "Okay, I do have eyes. Anyone would be stupid to say you're not pretty, except for the hair." Barclay gestured vaguely. "Won't it frizz up in here? Anyway, take... Emily, for example. I can see she's pretty, but that doesn't mean I harbor any closeted feelings for her. The opposite, really."